Sex Addiction and Masturbation Story

‘I also masturbate once or twice a day. I feel its normal for me. But my girlfriends don’t seem to think so. They all smile at first, but after a while they think it’s too much. I hope sharing this with you helps.’ Each of them were here for the same reason. Sex addiction. ‘I have a confession to make. My name it Matt le Blanch and I am a sex addict.’It was the first time I had attended one of â€â€˜I also masturbate once or twice a day. I feel its normal for me. But my girlfriends don’t seem to think so. They all smile at first, but after a while they think it’s too much. I hope sharing this with you helps.’ Each of them were here for the same reason. Sex addiction.

‘I have a confession to make. My name it Matt le Blanch and I am a sex addict.’

It was the first time I had attended one of ‘those’ meetings but I had to do something… sex was taking over any semblance of the life I had had left.

The group welcomed me, then were quiet while I spoke.

‘I have been addicted to sex since I was 18. I usually have sex with a partner 2-3 times a day. More on weekends.

‘I also masturbate once or twice a day. I feel its normal for me. But my girlfriends don’t seem to think so. They all smile at first, but after a while they think it’s too much. I hope sharing this with you helps.’

Most of the group took their turn to stand up and talk. There were men and women both old and young, each of them here for the same reason.

Sex addiction. Or so we were told.

I watched with interest as Mila stood up. She was a Russian girl who had just immigrated to the US and came to the meetings to appease her partner who had no way of keeping up with her and told her she had a problem.

She was round, not thin like most girls; she is what you would call a lady. She had deep sexy eyes that I knew contains a keg of dynamite that would go off the moment a fuse make contact.

‘It has been four days since I last enjoyed myself sexually.’ said Mila.

The roomed gave a small but enthusiastic clap. She smiled and took her seat.

The lady that ran the class, a counselor named Miss Watson stood and thanked us all for coming and sharing.

She pointed to a small table with tea, coffee and biscuits and invited us all to take refreshment. The orange juice was powdered. I was warned to stay away. I did. I took a coffee and a Monte Carlo biscuit. I dipped the biscuit few times, drank half the coffee and left.

I went home and thought about the group.  And Mila. Four days!

‘I cant go four hours.’ I thought.

My cock as if woken by the thought stirred in my pants. I laid on the bed and pulled out some lube.

My top draw had all kinds of toys I used with my friends – but they were not here tonight. I pulled out the buzzing bullet and placed it under the head of my cock. The feeling was amazing.

I held it tight as I rolled back over and pulled out more toys grabbing a handful of stuff and dropping it on the bed next to me.

I found the nipple clamps I use with Sarah and put one on my left nipple. It stung so good.

My cock was throbbing at the pain sensation. I then slowly clipped the right one on.

‘Oooohhhh fuck shit that’s soooooo ohhhhhhh!’ I cried out.

My cock was even harder then before and started to spit pre-cum out adding to the second coating of lube I had squeezed onto my hand.

The buzzer was working its little buttons off, directly on my pleasure spot.  Right under the head, on the under-side of my shaft.

Chicks seem to lick around and suck the top of the head then try to shove the cock down the back of their throats.

I hope it’s for their pleasure.

If it’s for mine suck my balls and my pleasure spot and I’m a happy man.

Guys get it and seem to know exactly where to suck when I have one over. 

Do guys suck better then girls?… I’m not sure just different.

I found the small 5 spot balls tied together as anal beads and lubed them up. Then I lubed up my ass hole and slid them in one by one until all five were inside me.

I adjusted the nipple clamps to a different angle as I started to pull on the end of my cock.

Again as my head laid on the pillow my mind went back to Mila. And four days!

I pulled one of my clamps a bit, tugging on my nipple a even more sending pleasure direct to my hard fuck shaft. My hand was working furiously as I wiggled on the bed feeling the anal beads move inside me.

Mila’s face kept popping into my head as I worked my cock in the way only I know how. I started to feel the pleasure train start its long, distant journey with its load of Me juice.

My hand reached between my legs pulling out the first ball from my ass.

‘Ohh God fuck that’s good.’ I cried.

My nipples ached so good as the small bead popped out of my ass. I grabbed my balls pulling them hard then returning my hand back to my cock.

Mila again entered my mind.

‘She just needs someone to give her a good long fucking… there isn’t anything wrong with her.’ I thought.

I imagined bending her over in the middle of the group. Her legs spread wide on two chairs, the room sitting around us watch encouraging us as I fucked her merciless from behind. Like I know she needs.

The train that was in the far off distance was now in view, the smoke stack was blowing and it was heading in my direction.

I reached down again pulling the nipple clamps off and squeezed on my nipples one then the other as I pulled the next ball out of my ass.

‘Aaaaarrrrrgghhhhh fuck her bitch that’s F U C K I N G  sooo good.’ .

My body shook with the pleasure it was receiving I grabbed my balls again and pulled them hard as I squeezed my nipples with my other spare hand. My cock was aching to be pulled again.

I pulled it harder and faster now, as I had moved to the front of Mila in my mind and was fucking her face with her hungry mouth taking it all.

Miss Watson was now standing behind her in her white counselor’s coat sliding her fingers deep inside Mila’s cunt as I fucked her face. The rest still glued to their chairs either playing with their cocks or rubbing their cunts but staying still on their pleasure thrones.

My head swimming with a virtual orgy I hear the train horn too as it crosses a bridge entering the tunnel of no retreat. I pull the third then forth ball together

‘Ohhh fuck.’ I scream loud ‘Yes yes. Fuck yes!’

 My cock was now shivering and shaking with excitement as it felt the fast approaching arrival of the express pleasure train.

Mila is on her back now on the tea table my cock buried beep inside her. The others are gathered around her – the guys chanting

‘Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her!’

The girls saying

‘Take it. Take it. Take it!’

We are in the middle and both doing as requested

Miss Watson is standing in front, watching us, and marking her board as if we were under some exam process. 

‘Toot! Toooot!’ the commotion starts to scream in my ears sending impulses of pleasure heading through my soul through the base of my cock and balls.

I reach over and pull my cock harder, I see Mila’s face screw up

‘Fuck me!’ she screams as she starts to orgasm over the place.

Miss Watson has abandoned the clip board and her hand is rubbing her cunt fiercely as she is cumming as well.

My balls bash into Mila’s ass and I pound.

Locked, loaded and no retreat available I start to shake my whole body quivering with pleasure. I pull the last b
ead out of my ass and loads of cum shoots from my cock into abandon spaces.

But in my head all over Mila’s sweet, sweat-soaked body. I pull and pull until till every one of the pleasure bullets have hit their mark and extinguished the hot fire that was burning inside me.

Pushing the toys to the floor I wiped the cum off me with the towel I keep beside the bed.

I smiled – the pleasure still pulsating through me making my softening cock flick.

‘Something wrong with Mila?… I don’t think so just the losers that couldn’t please her.’

I am looking forward to my next sex addicts’ meeting.



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