Hi, I’m Annie and I’m a sex addict. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to start? Isn’t that what I’m “supposed to say?” Unfortunately, there’s no support group for this, at least not one I’ve found. When my parents were younger they called women like me a nymphomaniac or a whore or my personal favorite monicker the office slut. It wasn’t until the PC police started wielding their power that it got labeled as an addiction. Personally, I just like to say I love sex. A lot. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am in therapy. Have been for years. And it took, for a while, but after a recent trip where I got to let loose and be myself for a while that I decided it just wasn’t worth it to deprive myself of what I really want just to fit into some societal mold. Which is how I ended up in this situation.

I hear him at the door talking to the person bringing our room service while I lay here naked spread out on the hotel bed. My clitoris still twitching. How did he just pull out and answer the door? I was so close and I know he had to be too. It just hit me that they can likely see me from the door but I don’t care I need him back inside now.

It all started so innocently too. I started this Reddit as just a way to tell my stories, to unload what was in my head constantly as I tried to be good and abstinent. How did I end up fucking a total stranger in this luxury hotel?

I guess we should start at the very beginning, for obvious reasons we will jump ahead quickly. It all really started when I was about 9 years old. No, no one touched me. And for the record my dad was great and very much a part of my life. I was his princess and he made sure I knew it so no issues there. What happened was at nine I saw my first “porn.” It wasn’t a real porn, one of those soft core jobs that only shows breasts, maybe some bush every now and then, and all of the sex was for show only. I was having a sleepover with my best friend and we stayed up late watching tv like we always did only this time he had a movie some of the older kids gave him and well I was hooked.

This became a regular thing we did when we hung out. And really was my first experience with talking openly about sex. As openly as someone that age can talk about sex. A couple of years later, when we got a computer, I found the real thing online and that changed everything for me. That’s when I first got obsessed. And one day when acting out what I was watching with a pillow, well let’s just say, my horizons were instantly broadened.

Double clicking the mouse became my new hobby and dammit I got good at it. I also at this point discovered something wonderful and very dangerous, chat rooms. There I was able to really explore my new found curiosity in what I was watching with many many many random people. But, as interest turned to curiosity, and curiosity turned to obsession, I turned to my friend. As it turned out he was just as good at my favorite past time as I was, if not better. And, according to him, I was better at his. Though I cheated and used my mouth.

Fast forward, way way forward to my late teens and early twenties. As all of my friends went away to college to explore the world and spread their wings, I stayed home and spread my legs exploring as many bodies as I could. Though I had options among my friends to delve into my latent sexual desires, I still liked to play in chat rooms. This is where I met the man who further broadened my horizons, I’ll call him Dave. Dave was at least fifteen years older than me and in retrospect was a bit predatory, but in the moment he was just this funny smart older man who had a real interest in me, and despite my being physically a woman, was the first to actually talk to me like one.

Now despite what was my norm, going in chat rooms to talk dirty with men and women, especially women since I was still somewhat in the closet, I actually wasn’t looking at Dave in that way. I’d met him in a dating advice chat room. But over time I started to become sexually attracted to him, and honestly, I was the one who took the conversation there the first time. But even with all of that when he asked me to hang out with him I didn’t think he wanted that. But by the end of that day I knew better.

I remember he was obsessed with golf and so took me golfing. We were on the 7th hole when things shifted. I hadn’t noticed that we were now kind of out of sight of anyone. “Hey Annie” he called from the golf cart. “Let me help you with your swing.” He got out and made his way over to me. Now mind you he bought me what he called a traditional golf outfit to wear. A polo shirt and a small skirt and a little visor. Honestly I thought it was cute and apparently so did he.

He helped me with my grip then told me to try but it was now awkward to swing so he got in behind me to help. As he pressed against me I noticed something I hadn’t before. To be honest I wasn’t looking really but now it was poking into me and god help me I loved it. My concentration was gone from that point. I was constantly trying g to catch a glimpse.

Now we were at hole 15. It was pretty late in the day, we knew there was no one behind us and the people in front were probably already off the course. This hole was also kind of off in the woods. There was a small road off to one side but it was rarely traveled and the trees were thick. In other words, we were all but alone. “Hey let’s take a quick break here for a minute” he said. I had started to realize what he wanted and I kind of did too. Our conversation as usual had gotten a little dirty. “So, Annie. Truth or dare?” I blushed he remembered I told him how much I liked this game because it gave me the ability to be a slut but blame the rules of the game but I was also nervous and kind of a tease. “Truth” I said smugly to kinda let him know I knew what was happening.

“How many cocks have you sucked?” I was shocked. He’d never used that language. Even when we sexted it was never so blunt. “15” I said honestly then immediately “truth or dare” “truth” he said to get me back. I pouted “fine. Did you pick golf because you knew we would be alone at this point?” He sat back smirking “not only that o bought the next three tee times so we wouldn’t be disturbed” I blushed hard “so what you were thinking we’d do it in the bushes or out in the open and risk being seen?” I was always able to be blunt like that with him. It’s one of the best things about him. But his response. “Now now. Not your turn to ask. You’ll have to wait and see if I say truth again. Now. Truth or dare?” I looked thinking I had this game down “truth” I answer another sexual question then he says truth and I ask. That’s what he opened it up for. Or so I thought.

“If I took my dick out right now would you suck it for me?” Every inch of me blushed and turned bright red. I couldn’t believe he asked that. “Well??” He persisted. I nodded “yeah I would”. He smiled and started undoing his pants. I started looking around. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Making sure you didn’t lie. Otherwise it’s a double dare” he said matter of factly as his pants lowered down exposing his long dick and huge hairy balls. I’d seen pics he sent but never seen a dick this old before. “Right here in the golf cart? Out in the open? What if someone comes by?” I asked as I started playing with his balls. They were so soft and wrinkly and hung so loud. Not like boys my age at all.

“I got this don’t worry. No one is gonna come by and if they do I will let you know to stop” he put his hand on the back of my head gently pulling me down to it “unless you want the double dare” I don’t resist. I shift up onto my knees on the set beside him and take his manhood in my hand and lift it up towards my mouth. He was semi hard already and already so fucking thick I could barely get my hand around it. “Promise?” I asked not waiting for the answer before he was in my mouth. He tasted like normal clean dick but the scent was definitely an older man’s cologne. Like my dad’s best friend would wear. I found it intoxicatingly hot and started bobbing eagerly pretty quickly.

I worked up a pretty good rhythm too and from the sounds he was making he seemed to be enjoying it. That’s when I heard the hum of a golf cart motor and he tapped me on the back. I quickly sat up wiping my mouth smiling at him as he pulled his shirt down to cover what was, at that point, maybe the biggest trick I’d ever seen. “Everything okay?” The man on the cart asked from across the fairway as he slowed down passing us. It was the guy from the shop where Dave bought me this outfit. The one who gave us our scorecards.

“Yeah we just stopped for a breather” Dave replied holding up a flask I’d not seen before implying he was letting me drink underage. The man smiled and nodded as if he understood “well be careful because that road may seem blocked from view here but they can see more than you think. Also, if yall come into the clubhouse make sure she has a breath mint first some of our members are troopers and you know how they can be” he said then started to pull away but stopped “oh almost forgot why I came out here. Sunset is at 7 today so if you wanna get in those two other rounds you’ll need to pick up the pace.” He then pulled away saying something about no refunds as I took the flask and took a big swig. “That was really close” I said chuckling. He put his hand back onto my head but I pulled away “nope I did what I said. Truth or dare” I said with a smirk

“Truth” he said confidently, keeping his dick out. “How was it?” I asked shyly. He looked deep in my eyes “best I e ever had kitten” I blushed again. He asked the question and I said “dare” expecting to be dared to finish. “Take your panties off for the rest of the day” he said. Which I gladly did for him. When I set them on the seat he grabbed them and put them in his golf bag saying he was keeping a trophy. Then out of nowhere he pulled his pants up and said. “We should finish this round before they send someone else out.

The next few holes were very weird. I was wearing a short skirt with no panties on a windy golf course. Dave was absolutely loving it. By the time we made it to the clubhouse he said we should probably just start a new round then go in for lunch. By the 7th hole, when there was less eyes like before I asked him “truth or dare” he was a bit surprised but went along “dare” he said wanting to know what I would dare him. I didn’t have one ready so it was just “I dare you to kiss me” he looked around and pulled me in for a kiss. He was so much better of a kisser than I’d been expecting.

The next few holes we kinda started with a dare or two they were pretty tame but that’s how I ended up braless at the 15th. This time when he pulled over it was a bit further back and deeper in the woods. He didn’t start by saying truth or dare he just started making out with me. And I loved it. “Truth or dare” he panted out between kisses my breast squeezed in his hand. “Truth” I panted back. “Do you think you can take my cock?” He asked. “I don’t know” I began “but I want to”.

That was all he needed to hear. He stood up laying me on my back across the seat sliding me to the edge and putting my legs in his chest. And with one long slow push I was getting stretched wide and deeper than I ever had. I could feel his cock from my earlobes to my toes which were already curling up in my cute golf shoes. As he started pumping I couldn’t help but moan. He took his boxers and pushed them into my mouth but they had that same cologne scent which made this feel so much dirtier and sexier. This man who was way too old for me was making me want to cum so bad. I didn’t even think how he was raw inside me and I didn’t care. My pussy was in control now. My brain was shut off. And she wanted his cum. Desperately. And he was more than willing to supply her what she wanted. I couldn’t believe how quickly he came inside me. I had been expecting at least a little more but I wasn’t disappointed just shocked.

After ward he pulled out and I slid off the seat onto my knees on the grass letting him clean himself in my mouth. When we finished I think the guilt set in because he said “I think it’s getting late. We should probably head back.” I just nodded. We went straight to the clubhouse where I changed back into my regular clothes. The conversation was odd the whole way back into town. The plan was to drop me at the drug store where he picked me up which he did. But when we got there he went inside and bought plan b and a water and gave them to me “you better use this cause if you’re pregnant I’m not paying for a baby. I was a bit taken aback. He’d never been so cold. I took the pill and showed him my tongue. We said goodbye and I waited for my mom to get me. When I got home I went online to tell him I made it safely but he’d already blocked me.

What’s crazy is I wasn’t even upset. I didn’t want to date him but felt like it was the next step since I’d dated everyone I’d slept with. He just made it easy not to. That’s when I learned something valuable. Two things really. One is that making men cum is fun and I’m gonna do that a lot. And two that men are going to say do whatever it takes to get what they want so why bother caring?. This is also when I started my list. The list is different types of people I want to have sex with before I get too old. Dave was the first I checked off. A man almost old enough to be my dad. Other than that it was basic types and penis sizes, though I did add older than Dave to that list which is one reason I’m in this hotel room. Number one, the one I secretly wanted more than the others was a woman and that wasn’t as far away as I thought.

I met Allison in a pretty traditional way. She was dating a boy I liked. This was a little less than a year after Dave and by this point I’d doubled my body count since him and marked most sizes from five inches to eight off of my list and have had so much fun. Her boyfriend, Trevor, was on my list but I kind of adde large hairy biker type after meeting him. He so genuinely intrigued me with how open and adventurous he was sexually. I met her at his house at a party. My initial thought was that I needed to make her go away so I could “console” him, but, the more I got to know her, the more I wanted her around.

The only issue was I also really wanted to have sex with her boyfriend. This caused a dilemma for me that I didn’t know how to address and it just drove me wild. Then one night he was having a party and she got a little drunk and he wasn’t paying enough attention to her. I say party but it was the two of them, me, some guy Trevor was trying to hook me up with, and Greg, Trevor’s roommate. “I’m bored. Annie come here. Let’s play” my dumb ass thinking okay she’s by the game system I’m sure that’s what she means, headed over there. Almost as soon as I sit down she leans in to kiss me. Out of pure instinct I pull back

“What are you doing?” I ask in almost a whisper looking over at Trevor. “What? He doesn’t mind. He likes watching me play” she says leaning in again. This time I let her kiss me. It was really exciting. She wasn’t the first girl I’d ever kissed but was definitely the most adventurous to be doing it in front of the boys. Even though they weren’t paying attention. After a few minutes she started getting annoyed that Trevor wasn’t paying attention so she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. It felt so amazing. She wasn’t a larger cup than me and they were so much softer. I started to play with it the way I like mine played with which got her attention. “Oooh” she said “someone knows what she’s doing.” She smiled. “Actually. This is kinda my first time doing more than kissing with another girl.” I said sheepishly. She pulled back and stroked my cheek smiling. “Don’t worry it won’t be your last” I smiled and blushed so hard. I hadn’t felt like that in a while. The butterflies were swarming in my belly.

Her tongue tasted like a mixture of cinnamon schnapps and strawberries and kissing her was like pure heaven. She grabbed my breast and gave a delighted oooh! So I guess I’ve got nice tits. I figured why not go for it so I moved my hand from over her shirt to under. She threw he head back and gasped. Then reached back and unhooked it whispering “you’ve can touch them if you want” well you don’t have to tell me twice. I can say a lot of things about breasts. Big, small, firm, sagging, I’ve touched and sucked my fair share of each but these were maybe the best I’d ever felt. When I gave her nipples a little pinch she yelped slightly. Now once again brain off pussy taking over mouth “how far do you wanna go?” I asked her seductively expecting to move this to the bedroom but she had other plans.

She grabbed my shirt lifting it and my bra up and leaned down and started sucking on my nipple. I grabbed the back of her head and leaned back on the sofa moaning softly which she took as a green light because she almost immediately slid her hand into my pants and was making her way to my wet vagina. “Oh shit yo!!” I hear from across the room. Greg was the first to notice but the others soon turned their attention. I saw them and giggled tapping her on the shoulder “we have an audience” I said softly. “Good” she replied then buried two fingers deep inside me causing me to arch my back and gasp and groan at the same time.

As she started to softly finger me I didn’t care that these guys were watching. I didn’t care that she was straight. Nothing mattered except me cumming right then and there. I grabbed her shirt pulling it up and off. As she pulled her fingers out of me to take her shirt off she looked at how wet they were with a grin then put them to my mouth. I eagerly sucked them clean then released them for her to return them to my insides. As she started fingeringnme again I sucked on her tits swaying in my face. She started talking dirty “mmm you’ve got them all so hard girl” and “you’re so tight and wet” and “they can’t take their eyes off” and finally she said all I needed to hear. I’m not sure if she had a sixth sense and knew I was there or if she just had a gift but as if on command she said “cum for me” and I did. So loudly and so spastically.

When I was done I fell into the couch as she pulled herself away from me and went to Trevor. “Dammit girl you gotta stop doing this shit in front of everyone. Now the guys have all seen your tits and watched you playing with poor Annie here. Look at her. She’s damn near wrecked” and I was. I was barely able to think straight. I didn’t even care that I was still topless or that these guys had just watched me get finger fucked. “Now get in the room so I can give you what’s coming to you” he finished saying to her popping her on the ass. I sat up and fixed my shirt. I was preparing to leave as he was telling the guys which beds they could sleep in and where to get blankets then headed in his room at the last second he stopped and looked at me “you coming?” Hell yes I was. I got up and started towards him with a grin. He held out his hand and lead me into his bedroom where I knocked off three more lost items. Sat on a girls face. Fucked the big hairy biker. And had a threesome. What an amazing night that was.

Fast forward again to less than a year ago. By this point Ive lost count of how many people I’ve had sex with but I do remember pretty much each and every one. I give credit for that to really focusing on my list for all those years. It created quite an interesting paradox in so much as every time I had meaningless sex with a random person it secretly had so much meaning. The blow job in the bar bathroom? That was number 58 hooking up with someone whose name I never knew. The girl from work whose boyfriend pissed me off? Number 36 sober straight girl. Peter from IT? Middle eastern guy. My ex boyfriend’s little brother? Number three more than nine inch cock. And on and on and on. And though I never completed the list I had pretty much abandoned it. At least to the point that I was so actively perusing checking things off. It had, by that point, become more of a bucket list “oh I never thought about that type of person, I should add them to the list” type of thing.

Somewhere along the path here I had exchanged chat rooms for dating apps but it was still the same scenario. I would go on there when I was bored and/or horny and start conversations with people. They would start clean but eventually get quite dirty. If I felt the urge I would meet up with them to experience it in real life. Now, I said I had all but abandoned the list and that’s true except for one list item that had become my white whale, my unattainable dream, or so I thought.

I met Kevin on one of the dating apps. He was coming off of a bad break up and wasn’t looking for anything serious is what his profile said but we all knew the code “I just want to hook up as much as possible” is what he really meant. Truthfully those were my favorites so I swiped right. It didn’t hurt that he was kind of hot. Little did I know, not only would he be my white whale, he would also be my rock bottom.

So we established early on that if we met up it would literally be just for fucking and nothing else. He seemed to be down with that so I kept him in the chat loop for a time when I got horny and needed a quick fuck. Because of a few things I wasn’t able to go out to any bars and my usual hook up partners were either out of town, in relationships, or unavailable. So after a few weeks I needed my itch scratched so badly. So I sent him a text. “Hey, you free tonight?” He replied quickly “girl I was about to message you. I’m so horny today. What time?”

I was so excited and happy it took about ten seconds to reply “can you pick me up from work at seven?” And so I sent him alll my information and the plan was set. The whole day I was a mess. I needed this so badly and couldn’t concentrate. I was also pretty stoked to fuck him. With the way he talked, if he wasn’t exaggerating, I was about to get my insides all torn up.

Well seven came and when I went outside he was already there where I told him to meet me. He had a single rose in his hand. I thought it was cheesy and overkill but sweet. I greet him with a hug and we stand by his car doing the awkward “nice to meet you” stuff. Then he opened my door and said “you know I’m kinda hungry, I was thinking, what if I swing you by your place to freshen up and grab something more comfortable then we go grab a burrito or something?” I said sure and gave him directions to my house. The whole ride we talked and were getting to know each other.

When we got to my apartment I asked if he was coming up he offered to wait in the car. “You sure? You could… join me in the shower?” I smirked. I was so ready to go. “That’s okay” he smiled “we’ve got plenty of time for that. No need to rush” something about the way he said that didn’t sound like a rejection. Sounded more like he was planning a long session. I hurried in and got dressed as nice as I could in a short amount of time and met him back at his car. As soon as I got out my door he came out of the car to open the door for me again.

He was so sweet and so romantic and I couldn’t help but wonder why because I was already a sure thing. But I was enjoying it and starting to almost feel more like a girlfriend than a quick hook up. Even through dinner the conversation was great. We talked about our lives our pasts our dreams and goals, basically everything except sex. It was such a new experience. Even when we got back to his house we just sat there for hours just talking. So long in fact that by the time I was naked laying across his couch slowly bobbing on his dick, which was so much nicer than he had described it to be. Long but not too long, thick, veiny, and had such a big perfectly helmet shaped head and it tasted so clean. Anyway, we talked so long that by the time I was finally sucking it my alarm went off

“Fuck” I said getting up and running to turn it off. I looked out the window, the sun was up. We’d talked all night. “What’s wrong?” He asked looking at my naked body and stroking himself showing me how bad he wanted more. “I’m supposed to be at work in two hours. The night got away from us” I said disappointed. “Call off” is all he said and it’s all the encouragement I needed. I walked over and sat beside him and called my boss.

This man wasn’t going to make it easy for me though. As the phone started to ring he grabbed me by my thighs and lifted my ass up resting it on his chest. And as soon as I started telling my boss I wasn’t feeling well and needed to call off this man started exploring my sensitivity with his tongue. I’m fighting back whimpers and moans as I’m having to explain that I woke up feeling sick and getting berated about how managers are supposed to hold themselves to a higher standard. Finally I hung up and threw my phone aside moaning with so much pleasure as he kept holing the bottom half of my body up to his mouth so he could devour me

“Don’t stop I’m gonna cum” I cried out just before he pulled his mouth away “not yet” he said devilishly then lowered me onto the couch positioning himself between my legs then with one low long slow push his entire veiny thick cock was plunged into my depths. I felt every ridge and bump and vein. Then he held it in me and just played with my body not letting me move and aside from the occasional twitch of his dick inside me he also didn’t move. Finally after what was likely mere seconds but felt like an eternity he started slowly stroking me with it. The more enjoyment I showed the faster he went until he was pumping in me so hard I swear the couch cracked. I must have had the orgasms before he finally pulled himself out and shot his load up the entire length of my body

I laid there covered in cum and sweat and twitching from pleasure. “You want some breakfast?” He asked picking up his phone to order delivery. And that was our day. We never put clothes on. We just would talk or eat or shower or anything and then randomly throughout the day he would fuck the shit out of me. And when we weren’t fucking we were talking and laughing and just enjoying each other. Needless to say I was hooked on him. So much so that before we passed out I called off again for the next day, which was more of the same.

And as rock bottom moments go, I was so hooked that nothing else matters so I called off again for a third day. This time my boss said if I didn’t come on the fourth I would need a doctors note or would be fired. So I assured him I would be there. I almost wasn’t. That third day is when things changed. We were waiting on our pizza he ordered and talking “so how is it you are off all these days and not getting in trouble?” He at back with a smile “I don’t have a quote unquote real job.” “Oh?” I asked drinking my much needed water “what do you do?” He pointed to a computer in the corner with a couple of lights and a camera “I’m a streamer. I play games online and people pay to watch”My eyes widened and I told him about my white whale. Number 72: secretly go down on someone on a live stream. He was all for it and it was better than I’d expected.

The next day I had to work but ended up at his house after. This time he had a friend over. I didn’t know at the time but it was one of the guys playing in the game with him. I’m not sure how it lead to this but by the end of the night I’m naked on my back on his table with him in my guts and the other guy in my throat. This went on for almost a month. Different men and women would come over and we would fuck them together then it became they would fuck me while he watched. All the while I’m just wanting to make this man happy no matter what.

Over time the relationship devolved. He treated me wonderfully all the time and respectfully when we were just hanging out but it was made painfully obvious that I wasn’t his girlfriend like I found myself wanting to be. That I was just a friend and that my body was just for his pleasure. Whatever that looked like. When I got called in to work for a final written warning about my performance I told him that I needed to take a break from going over there and focus on work for a few weeks. That was the last time I talked to him. His toy wasn’t as fun if it wasn’t daily.

This was when I started therapy and was told I was a sex addict. Mind you the only therapy my insurance covered was none so this was someone who I met when I visited a local church who also happened to be a therapist. It’s interesting how rock bottom with change you. Well this woman suggested I needed to completely abstain from all sexual activity, including masturbation, for at least a year. I made it two months.

In that time I started a Reddit where I shared my stories of being a sex addict for men to jerk off to. I figured if I couldn’t get them to cum with me I would get them to cum for me. At first the DMs were just guys telling me how much they liked doing it and I encouraged them. But some men were begging for more and sending me pics and it was making my hormones race. I wasn’t going to make it. That’s when I went on a church trip to the bayou that ended up being what broke my abstinence and set me on the path here.

One of the men who wanted more was Carl, he was an older man. Older than I’d ever been with but not like geriatric. He was so hot in how he talked to me. He even asked permission before sending nudes. The minute I saw his cock I knew I was going to ride it though it was absolutely perfect. And then he said it. “Annie, I am traveling next week, anywhere you want, I want to fuck you in the nicest hotel there. At first I was terrified and said no or found excuses. But in the end here I am laying naked spread out in this bed in this luxury hotel wanting carl back inside me as he talks to the waiter about our breakfast.

I see the waiter in the mirror. He’s cute. Maybe 18 at best. Number 86: fuck someone barely old enough. I get up and make my way to the door not bothering to get dressed at all. “Baby, what did we get?” I say walking up and leaning on Carl smiling at the server whose jaw is on the floor. Carl tells me the breakfast order, by now he knows me well enough to know what I’m doing and he just smiles and gives me an approving nod. I look at the waiter “are you on the menu?” He just swallows and stammers. “Look kid” Carl says “you only live once and opportunities like this don’t come often” He takes the breakfast off out of the kids hand and turns to walk inside. I just look the waiter up and down and let him get a full look at me before I turn and walk inside turning back once “you coming?” As I walk away the door closes. Just before it latches his foot slides in stopping it and he opens it coming inside with us.