As like any addict, there is a low point, or at least a series of events and actions that sum up as the low point. My low point started with this story.
I had been out with friends and was driving home at around 10pm. I lived in a shitty neighborhood where parking was scarce, no matter where I parked I had another 10-15min walk to get home. I passed through an alleyway and saw a random woman walking, and she turned and made eye contact with me. She was at least twice my age and looked like she needed help.
“Hi, sorry to bother, but I’m waiting for someone and it’s really cold out. Could I sit on your car until he comes out?”
I shouldn’t have stopped, she’s inconveniencing me and making me feel guilty. She could probably tell by my composure or my tone that I was annoyed because the next thing she said was, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Something clicked in my head, I felt like I knew what she meant, and her not knowing that I’ve been working to get laid for a few days made me cave. Whether she intended to say she was going to suck me off or fuck me, I was going to make it my mission. I let her in my car, and she asked me to drive around the corner where her friend supposedly lived.
She chatted up a storm without me prompting any conversation. She confessed to me that she was high on meth, and probably some other stuff. She said her friend we were waiting for was actually her connection and before her phone died, they had plans to meet at midnight to exchange goods. She kept chatting it up and I casually chimed in as if I cared about what she was saying. All I was focused on was the fact that she was high and getting her to “make it worth my while” was going to be easier than one thought.
Midnight comes and goes, her friend never shows as we wait another hour. Eventually she gives up and asked me to drive her home, which was 10 minutes from where I lived. Now I’m more frustrated, because now my window is closing and I still have to get parking and get home. I ask her if it’s ok to talk a little more before she goes home, and we pull into a side street.
I engage her in conversation more, making allusions to sex. The conversation switches to sexual topics, my way of warming her up. She talks about how she hasn’t been laid in a while, since her husband left her and has had some abusive relationships. I hint at her that I feel the same, making up some bullshit story about my relationships. Then I drop the bomb.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling like we can help each other out tonight. What do you say we have some fun?”
She looks at me shocked, intrigued and still with her glassy eyes from the drugs she had before our whole encounter. I try to make a joke to soften the blow of the question and chuckle, “What’s that look on your face?”
“I’m just so surprised at the question,” she says, “and that you are actually attracted to me.”
“I mean I know you are older than me but I do feel we have something going on here in the time we spent, and why not end the night on a good note?”
I had little attraction toward her, but my need to get fucked and the inconvenient turning of my night needed to be worth it all. “We can go somewhere more shadowed like under a tree.”
There was a tree not far ahead in the block we parked at, pitch darkness where we were virtually invisible. I point to it and she sees it and back at me.
“So you’re saying you will drive up under that tree, and you’d fuck me?”
“Of course,” I tell her, keeping my gaze at her. Suddenly she’s intrigued, making eye contact with me and I can tell she’s getting excited. She nods yes, and I don’t waist time in starting my car and driving under the tree.
She gets more comfortable and looks at me with a smile, she feels pretty, I can tell, but I’m just trying to sell my attraction to her to get her in the mood. With a little more chatting she eases herself toward me and starts sliding her hand toward my lap. I put one arm around her and stroke her shoulder. My hand slides down toward her tit and she feels my dick grow harder.
I recline my seat to unzip my pants and pull out my cock. She grabs it with a firm grip and she kneels up on the passenger seat so she can take my cock into her mouth. Instantly I started moaning, feeling her warm mouth on my cock, her spit getting on my head and drip down the shaft. She goes deeper on it and my head falls back, as I feel the back of her throat. She sucks my cock for about 5 minutes. She stops for a second, and I see that she’s touching her pussy.
“You’re getting wet over there,” I ask her, ” do you want to get on top?”
She slides off her pants and underwear. I get harder knowing she’s about to sit on my cock. I don’t bother asking her if she’s on birth control, and she doesn’t ask about wearing a condom. As addicts, none of that matters.
She fucks me in the driver seat and she takes out her tits for me to suck on. I’m loving all of it, the endorphins, the rush, the risk. I grab her ass and fuck her harder. She moans louder and tells me to fuck her more, and I want to. She tells me to fuck her from behind, and I tell her to go to the back seat, while I get out the car and meet her in the back. I step out my car with my cock still out and wet from her pussy. I step into the car, her ass sticking up in the air, waiting for me to fuck her again, like a good whore.
I don’t hesitate to fuck her again, I slip it in quick and penetrate her deep, her ass cheeks clapping against me. She tells me to fuck her harder, and I thrust and thrust until her moans grow louder. She tells me to pull her hair, and presses her hands against the car door. She makes it so I can’t pull out, she wants me to cum inside her. I don’t stop fucking and I feel my cock getting harder and wanting to explode. She keeps throwing her ass back at me and tells me to cum. I do what she says and fuck her, pulling her hair harder as my climax approaches, pulling and thrusting pulling harder as she pleads for my cum. One final thrust, deep inside while my cock pumps and pumps deep in her pussy, my body goes limp and I lean back against the other car door. My cock is dripping of her cum and mine. Her pussy so full that it leaks as I stare at it.
She turns around to get her clothes from the front seat, while I still recover from the orgasm. As she gets her panties ready to put on, I noticed they were stained and discolored. Her panties seemed a bit crusty as if she hadn’t washed in a while, the stains left almost a permanent marker where her pussy is. She puts on her underwear, with my cum still dripping from her pussy and gets all over the inside of her panties where the stains set.
“You don’t want to clean up,” I ask her.
“No time, I have to go. I enjoyed all of this, though. I hope we can do this again. Can I get your number?”
After everything that happened tonight and feeling like I was inconvenienced this whole time, I briefly thought to myself if I wanted this to go on. I was wanting as much sex as I could get, including three other girls I talk to frequently and hooked up with. But these other girls were around my age, not unattractive, and easier to call up if I needed a good fucking. “Sure, I’ll give you my number.”
Since her phone was dead I had grabbed an old receipt I found in the car and a pen. I wrote down a fake number and gave it to her. I got what I needed from her after tonight and I don’t intend to see her again. She takes the paper and I circle around to leave her in front of her house.
She gets out of my car and waves as I drive off, feeling well accomplished. I look at my phone, ignoring it for the past hour. It’s 1:30am, and I have an unread text message from one of my fuck buddies. Its been sitting in my inbox for 10 minutes.
“U busy? Wanna cum over ;)”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tahg4d/dtf_confessions_of_a_sex_addict_pt_1_mf