Adventures of a Sex Addict: Hamburg Part Two By Mr. E

The next day I wasn’t intending to go to the Sex House. I wasn’t intending to go back to see Anna. She was gorgeous, she was soooo sexy. But there are hundreds of other options for sex on my doorstep in Hamburg.

And if I went back what would I do with her?

It was a wet and rainy day and as usual I had a free afternoon. So I decided I would buy a toy from the sex shop that was constantly open next door to my hotel and have another play with the lovely Anna. I bought a toy, a bullet on a string with a controller to go up my butt and give me pleasant vibrations. The bloke in the shop asked if I wanted it taken out of the wrapper, so I said yes for ease of transport and put it in my pocket. He told me to have fun, and I smiled, intending to. I popped a quick Viagra, not that Anna needed any help making me hard, but I wanted to enjoy myself as much as possible and the stimulant always took a bit of the pressure off.

Round the corner and straight up the stairs to the first floor. I wasn’t particularly worried if Anna wasn’t there, I could always find someone else to give me a hand.

But she was, a few other girls were in her corridor too.

I walked straight up to Anna, she smiled at me and asked if I wanted to go in. I was half way through the door before she’d finished speaking.

I gave her a hundred euros, there was no point messing about.

She asked if I wanted the same as yesterday. I showed her the toy and then realised there were no batteries in it. Damn.

She said she could use her fingers. I nodded, yes please.

I stripped off and lay down beside her. She started by kissing me all over, kissing my neck and chest and working her way down my torso. It was hot and sexy and tender and sweet. It made me like her more.

She slipped a condom over two fingers, and although her hands were pretty small I was a little worried. She dripped oil on her hand and then positioned herself next to my hips. I raised one knee and tilted towards her. Anna positioned her fingers right there, between my buttocks, and then pushed.

My cock stood straight up and she began working it with her other hand. She pressed in deeper into my anus and then pulled my cock hard, working me from both angles. Almost immediately I was gasping and panting for breath, the sensation almost overwhelming.

Watching this sexy young woman kneeling between my thighs, one hand on my cock, the other between my butt cheeks: it was incredible.

She worked me hard, my cock was so close to bursting I was sure my cum would hit the ceiling. But I didn’t. There were so many times I wanted to cum, but stopped myself. I wanted to feel her mouth on me again. She wanked me hard, I was gasping at every stroke. Then she stopped and asked if I wanted her to suck me. Oh yes, oh yes I wanted it so much.

She changed position, kneeling beside me, her head facing away from me, her bum easily reachable. My hand wandered all over her body as she sucked my cock. She went deeper, taking almost all of it into her mouth. She sucked harder and for longer than the day before. I just lay there enjoy it.

Then I asked her to lay next to me, I snuggled into her hot, sexy body. Her curves so soft. And I hugged her tightly as she wanked me. Then I wanked and hugged her tighter. As I came I cried out her name involuntarily. It was only after that I thought about how weird it was, especially as I work with someone called Anna. Who was I thinking about when I closed my eyes and hugged that gorgeous body to me, kissing her chest, and yanking my cock until I came all over myself.

Anna chatted to me again afterwards, but also let me know we’d gone over our time. I was happy to give her another fifty and a tip on top. Every minutes with that girl was like visiting heaven. She made me feel amazing, unlike any woman I’ve been with for a long time.

If only I hadn’t broken my cock (over-used and slightly sore) and had more than an hour on my last day I would have visited again. Good job I wasn’t there for a week, my bank balance wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

Adventures of a Sex Addict: Hamburg, Part One By Mr E

I was heading back to my hotel, a bit tired from lots of walking. It was about five-ish and I still wasn’t hungry. Wasn’t really in the mood either, but I hadn’t found any erotic massage places nearby when I’d searched earlier and couldn’t be bothered to go back into the centre of town. I saw this Sex House place the first night as I’d walked to my hotel. It was dark, but not late and I thought it wouldn’t be too busy. Stuff gets started pretty late in Hamburg. Also, I walked passed an SM club that looked interesting but that was shut. I’d wanted to check out the brothel, it’s one of those where you go in and walk the corridors, like a big hotel where the girls sit in the doorways in lingerie. There weren’t too many people walking passed (it’s is on the main road!) so I thought I’d take a quick look.

Went up a few stairs to the first corridor, empty, but only three rooms that way.

Up the stairs to the first floor and there’s a bored looking Romanian girl who didn’t even look up from her phone. I went left and further down the corridor there were a load of English blokes chatting to the first girl in the corridor, so I turned around and went to the opposite corridor.

The lights are red and you can’t see too much until you get up close and I saw this blonde girl at the end of the corridor, so I walked all the way down. There was a brunette in front of the blonde and no one behind. The dark haired girl said hello, I said hello back but I hadn’t taken my eyes off the blonde. She asked me something in German. I asked if she spoke English. You want to come inside, she asked. How much I said. 50 euro suck and fuck. I said yes. She went inside her room and I followed her, she closed the door behind her.

Her room was better lit and she was really very pretty, and super hot. I handed her 50. Her name was Anna. She took off her bra. Big natural boobs, tight flat stomach, peachy butt, long legs. Although she was six inches shorter when she took her off heels.

I told her I just wanted her to watch her play with herself and I didn’t want sex. You want blowjob, she asked. It took me a whole minute to think about that, then I said no thanks. She got on the bed and I pulled down my jeans and sat on a chair and watched her. She was sexy as hell. Damn! She asked if I wanted to come closer. If I wanted to touch her. I did, I wanted to touch her a whole lot. I lay on the bed and watched as she pushed a toy inside her and kept licking the finger of her other hand to touch herself. I touched her flat stomach, I could feel her abs. I touched her breasts and she smiled at me. It’s good, she asked. I nodded, words failing me. She was gorgeous.

Anna shifted on the bed and made more room for me. I was half laying back in the bed, jeans around my knees, stroking myself as she played with her toy. One hand on her boobs. We did that for a little while, then changed position and she asked if I wanted her to wank me, so I said yes. She got some oil while I took off my jeans. One hand started working my cock. It’s good, she asked. I nodded and she smiled. I was lying on the bed, she was kneeling down next to me. Her hand working me expertly. Another few minutes and she pressed her other hand against my balls and I gasped with pleasure. She squeezed gently, working away at my cock, the oil all wet and slippery.

She changed arms, changed position, kneeling on all fours next to me. Telling me I could touch her if I wanted. While I watched her my hand slid over her slim body, her skin so smooth, her curves so well proportioned. I wanted to touch all of her, my hands not enough. She changed hands a few times and then she asked if I wanted a blowjob. When I’d gone into the brothel I wasn’t sure what I wanted (things were going fine with my girlf and I was even missing her a bit).

I’d been in there twenty minutes, my time was up. I said yes, I want a blowjob. She asked me to wash my cock, the oil doesn’t work well with condoms. I paid her some more money and we had little chat. Then I took off my fleece and T-shirt. I lay back on the bed, she asked me if it was good and I said yes. She slipped the condom on and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me, her fingers pressing against my balls, I was groaning and gasping and writhing beneath her lips. Then she used more pressure, I could feel her lips hard on my cock. I could feel the shift in tension and it felt incredible.

I could remember the last time I’d had a blow job like that, it was about 15 years ago!

Anna continues to suck hard, my hand explored her body as she knelt on all fours beside me. She kept looking back at me out of the corner of her eye. So sexy.

The enjoyment continued to build and build. I wanted to cum but I didn’t want it to end. She was so hot. She sucked, her lips so hard on my cock.

I came. The condom filled, and Anna gently removed her lips. She gave me a little stroke of affection.

You need to wash up, she asked, but I said no, I would go round the corner back to my hotel. She went to the bathroom as I got dressed. I was still hard, so I kept the condom on but used the kitchen towel she gave me to wrap up my cock in case of spillage. As she was washing her hands and mouth she watched me as I got dressed in her bathroom mirror. I can see you, she said with a smile. We continued to chat for a few minutes. We’d been chatting despite her bad English almost all the time I wasn’t gasping or she had her mouth full. I gave her a tip and told her I might be back tomorrow if I had any energy left. I literally gave her everything in my wallet, which was probably only about 100 euros, so I had to get some more money out. She said I’m welcome anytime. Very sweet girl.

Adventures Of A Sex Addict: Tributes By Mr E

Based on true events.

For those of you who have never heard of tributes in a sexual deviant/perve context let me explain:

Women/ladies/pornstars/wanna-be pornstars, models, horny girls; post suggestive and damn right erotic photos of themselves on social media: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, you know the ones. Most of these photos are nudes, some are headshots with bare shoulders, some are full-length body shots. And everything in between. Some cater to fetishes, so there are hands, there are feet photos, there are breast photos, and even close-ups of other lady parts. I think you get my drift.

So, the ladies post the photos. Then they wait.

Then the retweets start to flood in. The comments. And the likes.

Men take these photos, the head-shots, the boobshots, the nudes, the nakeds, the feet, and the knees (don’t ask me!), they print them out and they offer tribute. In the form of sperm, spunk, jism. They cum on the photos and then post photos of them back on social media.

Some of the girls like to have a little competition, posting their naked photos and giving “prizes” to the fastest shooter.

There’s a girl in London I follow on twitter. She seems to spend most of her day having her face spunked on. In real life, not just tribute. She invites men from Tinder to cum all over her face. Normally she likes more than one, so she’s properly covered. Her boyfriend joins in when he’s available, but when he’s not she’s not exactly fussy.

She makes videos. Sells them on manyvids. She does pretty well, judging from the jewellery, the Gucci shoes, the Porsche she drives. Her name’s Mariah, or at least that’s what she calls herself. Originally from Italy, but living in London most of her life, she makes money as an independent pornstar.

She’s one of many such girls I follow on twitter and Insta, along with hundreds of other pornstars, webcam girls, and escorts.

Mariah had a competition the other day. She posted while I was trawling through some porn pics and vids, so I thought I’d give it a go. I was there, looking at the photo on my ipad and printing it off, stroking away at my cock, when someone posted. The photo all spunked over.

I was too slow. My printer was still printing out, dammit.

I contacted her via direct message. Asked her if she’d be interested in meeting up. She told me a price. I thought it was a bit steep. I only wanted to cum on her face, I could get full sex for half that.

Sometimes I wish being a sex addict was cheaper. Actually quite often. I’d already spend two hundred pounds on webcams that month, and three on escorts, and it was only the tenth.

I needed a cheaper option.

There was this girl at work. She was cute, blonde, a bit chubby, but with big boobs. If I didn’t have a girlfriend, or if she didn’t know I had a girlfriend, then I may well have tried to shag her. As it was we were friendly. I knew she’d given a blowjob to one of the contractors, she knew I’d had sex with a woman older than my mum. We’d somehow got to the subject of sex and shared some stories, obviously I had plenty, and we’d bonded.

She was having a hard time at work, so I arranged a meeting and we had a chat. She told me how she felt. I listened and tried to comfort her. Eventually, fifteen minutes in, we started talking about sex. She was having it off with a married Frenchman who told her he didn’t like her having sex with other men. I told her about the tributes.

She was always complaining about how poor she was. I told her I wanted to do “live tributes” if only I could find the right girl. I said I’d pay, may be £50 for the right girl.

I left the seeds to grow.

A couple of weeks later I contacted her again. Told her how horny I was. Said I wasn’t getting any action at home and I needed to have a wank.

She asked me what I was going to do about it. I told her I couldn’t do anything in my open plan office. I asked her if she was busy. I asked if she wanted to earn some money.

She said no, and yes. She said she would meet me.

At lunchtime we rendezvoused. I took her to a meeting room, we locked the door and we sat down with a table between us, staring at each other for a moment.

“I’m not sure about this,” she said.

I pulled out my erection. Then my wallet. I put the money in her hand. She was just staring at my cock in shock.

“I’m going to wank, if you want to take off your top that would be so fucking sexy. I want to cum for you,” I told her, and then starting stroking my dick.

I left my trousers on, my cock pocking out through the zip.

She watched me for a few moments, then pulled off her jacket. She got comfortable on the chair. Then she pulled her top off over her head. She sat there half naked. Her full breasts barely contained by her well-fitted bra.

“Damn you are sexy,” I said to her and started stroking harder and faster. The head of my cock bobbing towards her.

She smiled and licked her lips as she watched me wanking.

I watched her, maintaining eye-contact as much as possible, but checking out her big round breasts. She squeezed them together for me. Then pulled one, then the other, over the top of her bra.

I stroked my cock harder and faster. The energy was building. I could tell this wasn’t going to last long. Being at work, the possibility of being caught, doing something with a friend, someone not my girlfriend, all added to the excitement.

I stepped towards her, my thighs hitting the table.

“So sexy,” I murmured and then groaned as my spunk shot across the table towards her. She looked down at my spunk, made a quick disgusted face and then stepped away.

She put her breasts back in her bra, pulled her top over her head while I wiped up the mess. A pocketful of tissues that I’d brought along coming in very handy.

I gave her a peck on the cheek and said: Same time next week?
She nodded uncertainly.

We flirted every day until we met again. It was three session of my wanking until she finally got completed naked for me. She was self-conscious and it was cute. We were standing there staring at each other. My cock in my hand, her fingers inside her pussy. Mutual masturbation is slightly weird, but fun. Standing there watching someone else cumming for you is still fucking hot though. Orgasms, like yawns, are contagious.

It was the fourth time that she let me touch her. I grabbed her boob and she gasped. The next time I got sticky fingers and licked her nipples.

The sixth time I bent her over the table and we fucked. It was hard and energetic. I pounded into her as fast and hard as I could. She groaned with pleasure as I leaned over her back, my fingers rubbing her clit as my cock sunk deep inside her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me while I thrusted. There was no way I could get deep enough inside her. I kissed the back of her neck and she swiped my face away with her fingers. Too much like boyfriend/girlfriend. It just made me thrust harder and faster inside her, trying to batter my way into her womb. One of my fingers hovered near her arsehole, but I didn’t push my luck.

I spunked all over her arse. I didn’t give her any money that time, we decided it was too much like prostitution if I paid her for sex.

Then she got a boyfriend.

She said she couldn’t have sex with me anymore. I asked her why, and she said we shouldn’t be doing it. It wasn’t fair on our partners.

We still did the tribute. Just no touching this time. I gave her fifty pounds again. She even let me cum on her tits every now and then, for old time’