Hi, my name is Mary and I'm a sex addict. I've tried to stop, to stay celibate but I can never contain myself for more than a week or so. I can't tell you how many times I've fucked up my life with this little addiction of mine.

I've lost jobs, boy friends and even a couple of husbands because I am too promiscuous. I just can't help it, I see a man, or in some cases a woman that attracts me and there I am again.

This story is about my current job. I balled the boss again even knowing what would probably happen in the end. I'd only been working there for less than a month when it happened. He was a good-looking guy and I'd been turned on by him since first meeting him at my job interview.

I didn't want to get into trouble again so I kept trying to ovoid him, but heck, how do you do that when you work directly under him.

It was a Friday afternoon and the place was winding down after a super busy week and Bob, my boss, called out to me to bring in the weekly stats. I had been thinking about sex for the past few hours. My plan was to go over to Mini's Bar and Grill that evening and pick up some young stud-muffin and screw his brains out until morning. You see I'd been without all week, trying to be good and all.

I'm 44-years-old and if I wanted to be brutally honest about it I'd have to admit that I'm starting to show a little wear and tear around the edges from all the men I've had and all the booze and late night parties I've done. (But the good thing about being a woman; there is always a nice looking guy out there who lets his dick do his thinking for him.)

I still remember the first time I had sex with a boy. I can't remember all of the guys I've had, but I certainly remember that first one. I was 14 at the time and he was 18 and very popular and going to college. I was so flattered that he was interested in little old me.

Boy, I'd kill to be 14 again, things would be different if I knew then what I know now. I just squandered my perfection as a youth. I was pretty hot looking at 14, and pretty horny too.

I took this man on with out a thought. I think I would have done it sooner if someone had asked me, but back then boys always thought that girls would say no or even be offended if they tried to make a move on the girl

Well, this hunky guy who was a world older than me asked me to the college football game and I had the time of my life. My folks had been working their fingers to the bone trying to keep our family restaurant from going under and they didn't have time to keep tabs on me. So I was a free agent out there and Kevin was about to get a real slice of life from me.

We went to the game and Kevin bought me hotdogs and beer and treated me like I was all grown up. It was intoxicating and when he put his arm around my shoulders casually I just about died. There I was sitting at the big game with the best-looking guy around and he was possessively holding me so that all the other guys and girls could see that I was his.

I'd never even dated before, not really dated. Kevin knew all the right things to say and after the game we went to Lookout Mountain just south of the city "to see the city all lit up" and within 30 minutes we were fucking like rabbits.

Even to this day I can remember Kevin and that first time. I've probably had at least 400 different guys since then, but the feeling of his hands unbuttoning my blouse and tugging off my jeans; and god when he touched my pussy I was ready to jump his bones right then and there.

Ol' Kev didn't know what he had on his hands that night. He thought that he'd get his rocks off and then take me home. Well, was he wrong!

When he had my clothes off and was tugging his pants off with that frantic excitement that I've become so used to over the years since then, I couldn't contain myself, I had to touch it, feel it, I'd never seen one before and when I grabbed his dick in my cold hand he just about had a stroke.

I remember that I was surprised at how soft his dick felt, yet how hard it stood up, ready for action -- so to speak. Kevin put his hands on my tits and started squeezing them, sort of massaging them, and man oh man did that get me going.

The thing that still sticks in my mind was the feeling of him pushing me down and climbing on top of me -- the feeling of his hot naked flesh against mine, and the wonderful excitement as he stuck his stiff dick into me. My blood pressure just about shot through the roof.

I was so wet by the time he entered me that he just slid home with ease. And when he started to fuck me I started to scream as my orgasm started, I was in ecstasy. (I think I scared him at first.)

I know that we attracted attention from the other lovers who where out there that night. I was making enough noise that if they'd taped me they could have dubbed a porno film very successfully just with my moans and lusty screams.

There was even some applause after Kevin and I had our first orgasms and where lying there panting side by side. We did it 4 more time that night. I think Kevin was glad to call it a night after the 4th time. I still wanted to keep going, but I was pretty sore by then.

So as you can see I have a history of loving sex right from the very first time. I guess that I'm a real honest to goodness nymphomaniac and have been pretty much from that moment on.

I'd tried to be good. I didn't want to get fucked up at work again, but that Friday all the things that I am so susceptible to just kind of fell into place. First, I'd been thinking about sex all day, and second, my boss was looking particularly sexy that day. So when I walked into his office our eyes met and I knew what would happen.

Bob looked a little disconcerted as he looked into my eyes. I on the other hand was ready and I knew how to make things happen. I walked up too close to him, you know, right up next to him so that we were touching. Then as he was looking at the papers that I was still holding I took one of his hands and brought it up under the hem of my skirt.

That's all it took. He gasped in surprise, but I held his hand down there and when he felt my "clit ring" with his prodding fingers a groaned in his ear, "Eat me, please." and didn't have to say or do anything else.