I just got done with another doctor. No help. I am a nymphomaniac. I can't help myself. I love sex and all that goes with it. 

I went home to think about how I got this way. I remember the first time I had sex. I was seventeen, and my boyfriend wanted sex. The sex was okay at best. The second time, it opened up the river of my cravings. I wanted and needed sex to live. I wore him out. I wanted to be fucked or eaten at least once a day, and what I wanted even more was twice. Summer came, and I graduated. He broke up with me shortly thereafter. I will never forget what he told me: "You have a problem. You need help. No one wants sex like you."

I thought he was wrong. Sex was fun and enjoyable. I loved it. 

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That summer, I met a guy named Lance. We went to a movie, and afterward we went to his place. As soon as I walked through his door, I was wet. We sat down on his couch, and he kissed me. I ran my hand down his pants and rubbed his cock through his pants.

My scent filled the air as we kissed, my panties were soaked. I jumped up from the couch and pulled off his pants, exposing his rock-hard cock that was poking out through his underwear. I knelt and pulled off his underwear and took his cock into my mouth. He looked into my brown eyes as my lips went up and down his cock. He let out some soft moans. I stopped as I was afraid, he would come, and I wanted his cock in me. I needed his cock in me. I did a slow strip in front of him. I grabbed his cock as I sat down on him, guiding him into my soaked pussy. The sensation of being fucked I loved and missed. He sucked on my boobs as I rode him. I looked down at my pussy as I went up and down on him. Faster and faster, I went. His head whipped back, and he let out a grunt and filled me up with his cum.

This affair lasted two months before he quit returning calls.

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That was four years ago. Since then, I have had too many lovers to count. Mostly men, but a few women, it always ended the same way. I told a couple of the guys about my love of sex, and of course, they told me they could handle my needs. They never did and gave up trying.

I thought the last boyfriend might be the one. He told me how much he loved me and that there might be a ring in my future. One of the last times we had sex was the best I had ever felt during sex. We were at a park on a warm sunny day in the middle of the week. We went there for a picnic lunch. No one was there, so we sat on our blankets to enjoy our food.

After lunch, I said, "Do you know what would make this day perfect, Ben?"

Ben said, "No, please tell me, Monica."  

I looked around and said, "There is no one here. Let's make love on the blanket right now." 

He shook his head no and said, "You are crazy."

I told him, "I won't take no for an answer."

He knew there was no point trying to resist me. I got up and slid off his pants and underwear. He was already hard. 

I took off my summer dress, and he saw that was all I had on. I lowered myself onto his cock. I almost had an instant orgasm. I loved being on top. I felt like I had control. It felt so good the warmth on my back as I slowly slid my pussy up and down his cock. My head was bent down with my hair flowing onto his chest.

I picked my head up, and a man walked by a tree nearby. He stopped, and I could tell he was startled. I smiled and winked at him, letting him know watching was okay. He moved up closer by a bush and peered down at us. I then saw him pull out his cock and started masturbating. I squeezed my tits for him to see. 

Ben had no idea he was there. I slowed down my strides on Ben's cock so the stranger could get a good view of me being fucked. He stroked harder. Then the stranger blew a load of cum near us. He smiled and winked at me as he walked away. That drove me crazy seeing him shoot his cum. I could see my cream oozing down Ben's cock as I pumped on it. Ben's head jerked back as he shot a load of cum in me. I stood up, letting his cum drip down on his belly. I knelt back down and licked up his cum.

Ben looked at me and said, "I still think you are crazy. We better get dressed."

I saw Ben twice after that, and he just disappeared.

I did a lot of soul-searching after Ben. I knew guys love to fuck, just not as much as me. Was I too demanding? Was I ugly? Was my personality flawed? I did not want to become a slut and let every guy fuck me. Whatever the case was, I knew I wanted sex somehow.

For the next few weeks, I used my toys. They are nice but not the same thing as a hard cock. I almost always thought about that day in the park when that guy watched me and Ben when I masturbated.  

One day, I got out of my pool, sat in my chair, and started thinking about the day we were seen. I started masturbating. Suddenly, I heard a noise on the other side of my fence, then saw an eyeball looking through a small knot hole. I knew it had to be my neighbor, Mister Bentley. It was not the first time I saw him looking at me. He usually looked at me when I was swimming and most of the time when I was sunning.

I decided to put on a show for him. This was not as good as the time in the park, but it was close. I took off my bikini bottoms and opened my legs up to give him a view of my soaked pussy. I twirled my fingers on my button, and I am sure he heard my moans of pleasure. I rolled over so he could see my ass as I masturbated. I put one finger in my ass. The sensations of masturbating I loved. I loved being watched even more. I yelled out fuck, fuck, fuck and came and fell back into my chair.

 After I was done pleasing myself, I wondered if he was masturbating on the other side of the fence.

I thought this was what I had been missing. I do not need a guy to fuck me. I enjoyed masturbating, and who knew more about my needs than me?

This became a routine for me. I made sure I splashed when I jumped into the pool to get Mister Bentley's attention. When he heard me, he ran to his peephole like a rabbit. 

One day, after I finished and knew he was gone, I looked over the fence. I wanted to see if he left any evidence of cum. The place right below the hole has cum stains all over it. That turned me on even more now, knowing he was jerking off watching me.

I do this almost daily when the weather is nice. One day, I heard his wife yell at him and say, "Dan, why are you always looking for by the fence? 

He replied, "Honey, I think we have termites, and I am looking for the little pests."

That is when I stopped that day. I knew this was fun, but I wanted more. I loved being watched. Then, a light bulb went off for me.

I decided to go to the park where that stranger watched Ben and me. 

In the middle of the park was a gazebo surrounded by chairs. I put on one of my short sundresses, sat on one of the chairs outside of the gazebo, and waited. About thirty minutes later, a guy showed up. He sat down and started reading a book, and I was soaked with anticipation. I pulled my sundress back, opened my legs, and started masturbating so that if he glanced my way, he would get a show. Ten minutes passed, and he was so engrossed in his book that he did not notice me.

I turned away from him and cleared my throat, hoping he would glance at me. I snuck a peek, and it worked. He was watching me masturbate. I opened my legs wider and fingered myself faster. I looked straight at him and smiled. Then I put my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean. His eyes grew bigger. I put my fingers right back in my needy pussy. Outwardly moaning for all to hear. I came again all over my fingers, then licked them clean again. I was so turned on and thought this was exactly what I wanted.

I stood up, walked over to him, squeezed his shoulder, and said, "Enjoy the show? I know I did." 

I wanted it to be riskier, so I went to a coffee shop nearby. I sat in a chair against the wall and slid away from the table so anyone across from me could see me. I waited and read my tablet until I saw someone who might enjoy the show.

A young couple came in and sat down with their coffee. Why not try it with a couple of people watching? They were a handsome couple. He was six feet four inches with dark hair and a mustache. She was probably about my size, five feet six inches, with thirty-four breasts. She had blonde hair, which was different from my brunette hair.

I pushed my dress to the side and opened my legs and slid my finger into my pussy. I kept looking at them, and she noticed me. She poked him in the side and said something to him. He turned and looked at me and smiled. They were shocked some, I thought, but not shocked enough to stop watching me. She ran her tongue on her lips and blew me a kiss. His eyes were glued to my fingers dancing around my pussy. She grabbed his cock through his shorts and rubbed him. She then pulled up his shorts and pulled out his cock and began masturbating him. I was dripping wet. They both watched me as I masturbated, and she kept stroking his cock.

Within two minutes, he blew his load all over his leg and on the coffee shop floor. 

She tucked his cock back in, then got up and came to my table and said, "Fuck, that was hot watching you. Anytime you want someone to watch you, we are there."

We exchanged phone numbers.  After they left, I thought I should have just ripped off her panties right there and let her boyfriend watch. I did not, but now I have more people to satisfy me by being watched.    

I needed more. I went to the library and sat in one of the chairs. I moved away from the table and aimed down one of the busier aisles. I watched and waited. Finally, an older man, probably in his fifties, walked down the aisle. I pulled up my dress, spread my legs, and looked at him straight in the eyes. He had a puzzled look on his face as I began masturbating. He walked closer to me, right at the end of the aisle. He was five or six feet away from me.  

I whispered to him, "Do you like to watch women masturbate?" He shook his head yes.

I pulled my dress up to my belly and walked my fingers near my pussy. I put one finger in and then into my mouth. I saw him put his hand down his pants, rubbing himself.  

I whispered to him, "Go ahead and pull it out. No one will catch us."

He looked both ways, unzipped his pant, and pulled out his cock. I nodded at him in approval. He slowly stroked it, watching me put my fingers in and out of my pussy. He had sweat on his brow as he masturbated. He dry-humped the air like he was fucking me. I was on fire.

He shot a load onto the floor, and just as he came, the librarian walked around the corner and said, "What the hell do you think you are doing, Mister?

He zipped up and ran out of the library. While she was watching him run, I pulled my dress back down. My heart beating a million beats a second. She looked at me and asked, "Did you see what he was doing?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "No. What was he doing?"

She said, “Never mind." and walked away.

I left and went home, thinking I was going too far. I hoped they did not catch that man. I decided that I should make my neighbor happy watching me. I did not want to end up in jail.

A week later, my friends from the coffee shop, Jen and Patrick, texted me to ask if I would be in the mood soon to put on a show for them. I thought that it was like asking a lion if it's hungry. We set up a date for me to come over to their apartment.

When I knocked on the door, Patrick answered, and he was naked. He said, "Welcome, Monica. I hope you don't mind my casual attire."

I smiled and looked at him and said, "No. Everything seems to be in place."

Jen walked out of the bedroom, and she was also naked, and she said, "Welcome, Monica."

I said, "I may be overdressed for this evening's festivities."

Jen said, 'That's okay. We want to strip you. Is that okay?"  

I said, "Have at it. I can't wait."

Jen walked over, pulled my dress off, and discovered the only other thing I had was my bra.

Jen said To Patrick, "Will you do the honor of releasing those perky tits from that bra."  

He walked over to me and took off my bra, and as he did, Jen grabbed my hand and said, "The bedroom is this way."

Jen pulled me close to her and began kissing me as Patrick watched. He was standing at full attention as he watched us make out.

She pulled away and said, "Monica, we loved watching you that day. It was a huge turn-on. I want to be one hundred percent honest with you. We are getting married in six months, and we both wanted one more fling before we did. I told Patrick that I was bisexual, and he told me he wanted to see that to believe it. I wanted to watch him fuck someone else, so that is where you come in. So, we thought we could kill both of our lusts with you. If you hate us for thinking that, say so, and I have a nice dinner to serve us and no hard feelings."

I replied, "Are you kidding? I am a nymphomaniac. I love sex and can't get enough of it."

Jen smiled and said, "Great. One more thing. Do you mind if we record this?"  

I said, "Hell no, but I want a copy."

Jen and I sat on the bed and started making out. Patrick moved all around the bed with his camera, with his rock-hard cock pointing at us. Jen's fingers played with my nipples as we kissed. I slid my hand down between her shaved pussy. She was as wet as I was.

Jen said, "Let's scissor."  

We moved around the bed and began rubbing our pussies together. It felt so good to feel her heat against my heat. The scent of sex filled the room. Patrick sat his camera down, jumped in the bed, and licked both of our pussy’s as we scissored. He would get a mouth full of our juices and then kiss us, sharing the juice with each of us.  

Jen was moaning and said, "Fuck yes. I forgot how good this feels."

She pushed harder and harder against my pussy.

Patrick said, "I want in. Let me fuck both of you."

Jen and I moved side by side and kissed each other as we

opened our legs up. Patrick would plunge his cock into one of us, then the other. I would finger Jen as he fucked me, and she fingered me when he fucked her.

I thought this was the best day of my life.

Patrick was fucking my pussy hard in and out and then stopped and said, "I am going to cum. I need my seed in Jen."

He put in her and yelled out, "Fuck. Babe, you are the best, he exploded his cum in her.

We all cleaned up some, sat down, and had the dinner Jen had prepared. During dinner, Jen said, "That was the hottest, most fulfilling sex I have ever had. I can't thank you enough, Monica."

Patrick said, " I could not agree more. A million thanks to you, Monica."  

I looked at them and said, "I Loved it. Anytime you would like to do it again, call me."

Jen said, "I hope you did not misunderstand, but this was a one-time thing."

I replied, "Yes, I know, but if you change your mind, just call."  

We finished dinner, and I congratulated them on their upcoming wedding.

On the way home, I thought, as much fun as that was, I felt hollow. Was this going to be my life as a play toy or a flasher? All of this is because I am a nymphomaniac. I missed love. Having someone to hold me. Someone to care about me. I went to bed that night with these thoughts dancing around my head.

The following day, I woke up, looked into my backyard, and focused on the knot hole where Mister Bentley watched me. Then it hit me. I will find a guy that loves sex. There has to be one guy that does. I hope I can make him understand me. Maybe he will like watching me masturbate for Mister Bentley or someone like him. That way we can have love maybe even marriage. I want love and sex. So, look out at the world. Monica is on the hunt.