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  Anonymous Stranger Sex Addiction

  By K.B. Chance

  Copyright © 2013 by K.B. Chance

  Anonymous Stranger Sex Addiction

  First Edition

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Kate sat on the floor of her studio apartment, paper sprawled around her while the blue glow from her laptop's screen illuminated her face. Her lips were drawn tightly as she slowly scrolled through a list of online classifieds in the Man Seeking Woman section. She knew these types of guys, these were the types of guys that rejected her in high school. All of these pictures of them lifting up their shirts, showing off their perfect abs while they obscured their faces with their cell phones.

  Every night it was like this, she scrolled through the endless walls of classified ads. She had always been shy in person, unable to even approach the men that she thought were really attractive. But every night she scrolled through the ads she fantasized about posting one. The thought of having one or even two of the guys come over for a discreet night of fun excited her. She bit her lower lip and moved her mouse over the "Post to Classifieds" button in the top right hand corner of the screen. She paused for a moment then hastily closed her laptop.

  Kate woke up the next morning, rolled over, looked at her alarm clock, and panicked. If she didn't hurry this would be the second time this week that she was late for work. She knew her boss wouldn't have it and was already furious with her. She took a quick shower, gargled some mouth wash, threw on some clothes and sprinted out the door. On the way to the office she swung through a coffee shop drive through, figuring that if she showed up with coffee for everyone no one would blame her for being a few minutes late.

  Kate worked as a secretary at a small advertising agency, whether or not she was on time didn't seem to matter to anyone but her boss, who always had a fresh stack of bullshit work waiting for her whenever she came into the office. She didn't mind her job, she would put on her headphones and file papers, setup appointments for the boss, and occasionally flirt with Tim. Tim was an account executive, which basically meant he was a whore. Every weekend he was flying to some exotic location to wine and dine some big client. His entire job was looking good and flashing that perfect smile. Unfortunately for Kate, he just about never flashed it at her.

  She pulled up to the office and vaulted up the stairs as fast as she could without dropping the 4 coffees she was carrying. When she got into the office she put one on her desk, one on her boss's, who, thankfully, wasn't there yet. Then she decided to see If she could use one of the remaining two as an easy way to get into a conversation with Tim. She walked over to his desk and when she got there he looked up at her with his dazzling blue eyes.

  "Umm Hi Tim, I umm got you..."

  "Thanks! I needed a coffee. How was your weekend Kate?"

  "Great I... Stayed home."

  "Kate, you can't just stay home every weekend, we're young, we've got to take advantage of it. Grab life you know?"

  "Yeah totally... I guess I just haven't met many people since I moved here."

  "Well how'd you like to come out with me and a few friends this weekend?"

  As much as she desired him she had a serious anxiety problem, Kate started reaching for an excuse, "I don't know... This weekend?"

  "Don't be such a downer Kate, come out and grab a few drinks, don't worry I won't bite."

  He stood up and suddenly she felt very small. Tim was tall, he had to be at least 6',4". He had dazzling blue eyes and flowing blonde hair. Today he was wearing a white dress shirt with a red tie and black suit pants. Whenever he came close to her she instantly got nervous and now here he was waiting for her answer about going out for drinks. Shit was this a date? She didn't have time to think.

  "Yes. Yes I'll go out with you, and your friends."

  "Great Kate! Trust me you'll have a blast, I don't know what we're doing yet but I'm sure it will be fun."

  She started walking slowly back to her desk. Her heart was beating faster than it had the last time that she had gone to the gym, which was hard enough that she thought she was going to die. She sat down in her chair and tried to catch her breath. Am I really going out with him? I can't even come up with anything to say to him for a few minutes, how am I going to go out with him and his friends? Her mind was racing and her hands were shaking. She really needed to get over this social anxiety thing she thought to herself.

  Kate's heart was still beating through her chest when a pile of papers flew down in front of her face, slamming hard into the desk. She spun around and was greeted by her boss. Kevin was a dick, his dad owned the company so he'd go out every night and get drunk, then come in and boss people around like he owned the place. Even worse was the fact that the company was so small that there wasn't really anyone you could complain to, you just had to take it.

  "Hey pumpkin, can you do me a favor, and scan this contract? I don't have a lot of time, you know, busy making the big bucks!" Pure sleaze oozed out of Kevin's pores as he spoke.

  "Yes Kevin..."

  "Hey that's Mr. Montgomery to you pumpkin."

  "Yes Mr. Montgomery, of course Mr. Montgomery, sorry sir."

  "Good, E-mail it to me when you're done"

  Kevin smiled like a car salesman who had just sold a clunker for the price of a sports car, turned around, and began walking away from her down the aisle of cubicles. She watched him go, silently praying that he'd slip and impale himself on a stray letter opener.

  That night Kate sat at home again, scrolling through endless photos of topless men with their faces obscured. She was morbidly fascinated by it all. While plenty of the guys were attractive she had quickly come to the conclusion that she probably wouldn't want to try and have a conversation with any of them. Her social anxiety was horrible. What she really wanted was someone to come over and fuck her without all the hang ups of conversation, someone she would never have to see again.

  She hovered her mouse over the "Post to Classifieds" button, took a deep breath, then clicked. She selected the Woman Seeking Man section and started typing.

  Title: Shy Girl Seeks Confident Man

  Body: I want you to come over and fuck my brains out. Do I have your attention? Good. You, at least six foot, fit, I want a man with abs. Clean, no drugs, no diseases, no smoking. I'm a petite redhead. I'm not going to say a word to you, and you won't to me. If you're interested send me a full body picture, write why you would be good, prove to me that you're not a complete creep, we'll figure something out.

  Holy shit did I just write that? Kate's mind was racing, she hadn't had sex since her last boyfriend, who was a complete train wreck but was probably the only guy on the planet that didn't completely intimidate her. She wasn't sure if this was really what she wanted but she took the plunge and hit post.

  She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of a red liquid that tasted like gasoline but claimed "Vintage Cab" on the front of its three dollar bottle. She downed the glass then went back to her laptop, she already had five responses, all five were pictures of penises.

  She didn't realize she had set the bar so high by asking for an actual response but that didn't surprise her. She turned on the TV and zoned out for a while, occasionally getting up to p
our herself another glass. When she woke up the next morning she had a slight headache, it was Thursday, tomorrow she'd be going out with Tim. She glanced at her inbox on her phone, 135 new emails. Great that means I'll have at least 125 penises to look at, she thought to herself.

  She got in the shower and scrubbed her body down. She was attractive, she always knew that. Her breasts were small but perky and she always got compliments growing up, but she was always more of a book worm than the sorority girl type and carrying on conversations with strangers was never her strong point. She rubbed her hands down her naked body and pushed the soap off of herself, then got out of the shower and dressed into her "business professional" attire.

  While she sat at her desk all she could think about was the classified ad she posted last night. Every time she was alone she went through the emails on her phone. The majority of them were pictures of penises but every now and then there was a long paragraph written by someone who might have actually had a brain, maybe I should just go through with it.

  By the time she was driving back home she had decided and narrowed it between three potential guys. When she walked in her front door she found two Mardis Gras masks that she had owned for ages and hung one of them on the hook at the back of the front door, then began picking up around the apartment. She poured herself a monstrous glass of wine and downed it, then opened her laptop and reread the emails.

  The first two both tried incredibly hard to act like what they had written was no big deal, like they were both ordinary guys that just happened to stumble across the dirtiest section of the online personals that existed. The third one admitted what he was immediately. She reread the ad:

  "Hi,

  I get it, you don't want to know my name and I don't want to know yours. I've got a good job. I work out every day. I read, but I'm not interested in the traditional married with kids life. I go out with people but have problems connecting with them. I don't think that there's anything wrong with me, I just don't enjoy small talk, even though people tell me that I'm good at it. I'm hoping you don't either. Let's make this a transaction for both of our benefits, then walk away before either of us feel that awkwardness that we're trying so desperately to avoid."

  That was all the reassurance she needed, he was like her, he understood her, and best of all the accompanying picture made her want him. He had the body of a god and had tastefully obscured the one part that everyone else had sent her with a large vase. She emailed him back, giving him her address and a time and hit send. Her heart was racing now, she went to the kitchen and finished off the bottle of wine before jumping in the shower and throwing on an over sized T-shirt. She sat on the couch in silence watching the clock until it was nearly time, then she unlocked the front door, took off her shirt and put on the mask. She wasn't sure how to best greet him so she decided it would be easier on both of them if she didn't at all. She laid back on the bed and waited for the knock to come.

  It hadn't been more than a few minutes before she heard his hand on her apartment door. She rolled onto her stomach, got onto all fours then shouted, "Come in!"

  She heard the door open behind her and felt the presence of someone else in the room. "Put on the mask on the back of the door, I don't want to see your face." The cheap plastic of the mask made a light scratching sound against the door as the stranger pulled it off. Kate heard the snap of the elastic band and then heard the strangers foot steps as he came closer.

  "I want you to take off your clothes and fuck me." There was the distinctive noise of the stranger's fly unzipping and the jingling of what could only be a belt buckle. She could hear him breathing but didn't dare to turn around and look. Somehow staring forward at the wall had made this all seem strangely natural. The sound of the last of his clothes hitting the floor made her heart beat even faster. It was like being on a roller coaster, the final sound of his clothes hitting the floor signaling that her cart had reached the top of the incline.

  She bit her lip and let her head fall down so that she was looking at the pillow in front of her, wondering when she would feel him. She didn't hear him approach but felt his warm hands against her cold hips. With her ex it always felt like they were out of sync in the bedroom, like somehow they were two wrong shaped puzzle pieces unable to connect. This was different, she could feel the tip of him gently resting against her entry way, his grip tightened on her waist and began slowly pulling her onto him. She was excited, wet, and as he went further in, glad that he had kept his size a surprise in the pictures. He must have been massive.

  She moaned as he slid all the way into her, making her feel like for once in her life she was full, that she was complete. He began slowly, sliding himself in and out of her. Sex had never felt as good as it did right now, she could feel him stimulating every part of her, massaging her inner walls. The air was chill but she was already starting to sweat. He increased his pace, moving in long strokes, drawing himself nearly all of the way out of her so that she thought for a second he might completely pull out, before plunging himself into her depths again.

  Kate was moaning uncontrollably as the stranger fucked her from behind. She had never been the type to crave sexual attention from her boyfriends but all she wanted to do was please this man. She slid a hand between her legs and began to gently play with herself. She could feel it coming, for the first time in her life she was going to actually have an orgasm from sex. She moved her fingers fast but gently in tiny circles over her clit while the stranger behind her continued his movement. She felt her entire lower half tighten and then electricity shot through her entire body. She screamed at him to go faster and felt herself contracting around him. Her entire body was pulsating and her heart was beating in her head. The pleasure was so intense that she thought she might black out. She had collapsed down on her elbows and was moaning into the pillow as he worked her from behind but she still wanted to feel is hard body against her.

  She pulled her body forward and away from him so he slid out then turned around and looked him from top to bottom. His face was obscured by the mask but she had a clear view of everything else. He was tall and muscular, without an ounce of body fat on him. He looked like he could be an underwear model, only with the underwear replaced with nine inches of cock.

  She saw his mouth curl up in a small smile as he crawled back on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his perfect ass, pulling him closer. She felt his member pushing against her and he did a small movement sliding it all the way inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he thrusted into her. Fuck he's even better now that I know what he looks like, she thought to herself.

  Their masks were brushing against one another and she pressed her lips up against his. His mouth opened and his tongue slid into her mouth, passionately kissing her as he thrusted into her again and again. She was wet, and sensitive from cumming already but felt like she might come a second time. He pressed his arms down into the bed and pushed his chest towards the sky, then slid his arms down her legs until they were behind her knees and stood up, pulling her ass over the edge of the bed so that he could fuck her while standing.

  She felt another orgasm welling up inside of her, his movements were making him brush up against her in just the right way, each one driving her closer and closer until she couldn't contain herself anymore.

  "Fuck me Yes Oh my god yes!" She was cumming again, and this time harder than she ever had in her life. He kept going, slamming himself against her as she pulsated again and again.

  "Please cum for me. It's okay I want to feel you cum."

  She could tell he was getting tired, she could hear it in his breath and he could hardly contain himself anymore. He pushed into her a few more times then fell back down over her. He pulled her close to him and gave her two more good hard thrusts before she felt him pulsate inside of her, filling her with his warmth.

  He lay on top of her like that for a while, catching his breath. After a few minutes he got up and started to put his clothes back on. Neither of th
em said a word as he walked over to the door. He kept his back to her as he hung the mask up and walked out, she never even saw his face.

  The next morning she woke up with a new sense of confidence and a little bit of shock that she actually went through the night before. She deleted the posting online and tried her best to forget about the fake email account she had set up.

  When she arrived at the office Kevin was waiting by her desk. "Where have you been, you're nearly fifteen minutes late!"

  "Sorry Kevin, I mean.."

  "You mean Mr. Montgomery? Alright pumpkin, listen if you don't listen to my every last word I'll..."

  "No you listen Kevin, if you call me pumpkin one more fucking time I'm hiring an attorney and filing a sexual harassment lawsuit. I don't need your sleazy ass waddling up to me every god damn day and dumping busy work while you try and stare down my shirt. That's right I've seen you. So why don't you get your fat ass back to your corner office and leave me the fuck alone. If you have work you need done, leave it in my inbox either before I come in or after I leave. Because I swear if I ever have to interact with you again I'm going fucking postal do you understand me?"

  Kevin's jaw was hanging, she was guessing he'd never been talked to like that before but so what, she was standing up for herself now. Kate stood up and walked down the aisle of cubicles until she got to Tim's desk. He was biting his lip trying not to laugh.

  "Hi Tim!"

  "Hey killer, great job, I'm sure every woman in this place is going to high five you as soon as he 'waddles' back to his office."

  "Haha thanks, I mean he deserved it didn't he?"

  "Yes, definitely. Listen about tonight, most of the group I usually go out with bailed for their own reasons. How about you and I grab dinner and drinks after work though?"

  "Sounds good Tim."

  Kate walked back to her desk with a new sense of confidence, cleared her emails and decided to take a half day. When she got home she spent the next few hours watching TV and drinking wine, this time a good bottle that she bought from the grocery store on the way home. After she had a few glasses she showered and tried on a few different outfits. Trying to figure out just how dressed up she should be.