Addison Albright has the perfect life. Remarkably brilliant with phD's in both Philosophy and English Literature from Harvard, the 28 year old has quickly made a name for herself in the world of academic writing. The author of several successful books on Philosophy, she's able to spend her days writing full time with her loving husband, Mark, by her side. With Addison being shy, bookish, prudish, and all but entirely asexual, the physical aspect of their relationship is somewhat lacking, from Mark's perspective, but, fortunately, the intellectual stimulation of the conversations and the emotional connection they share more than makes up for it. While Addison is thriving, however, her much less academically inclined lifelong best friend, Samantha, is struggling. Samantha has an incredibly high sex drive as well as a litany of slutty tendencies, preferences, and inclinations, and they've made life quite difficult for her in many ways. Whether it be the fact that she can't hold down a boyfriend because she keeps cheating on them, that she was fired from her last two jobs for coming on to male coworkers, or that her sexual needs often get in the way of her being productive at home, Samantha's slutty tendencies have severely damaged her quality of life. Realizing that she's a nymphomaniac, Samantha decides to participate in an experimental treatment. Samantha goes to "Star Labs" where a device has been created capable of scanning someone's brain, removing their sexual drive, preferences, and tendencies, and storing them in a data container. Nervous and uncertain about the wild claims of the treatment, Samantha asks Addison to go with her to the facility, and Addison reluctantly agrees. After the two sign a number of waivers and an NDA, they arrive at the lab and Samantha prepares for her treatment. The machine activates, and it is successful in removing Samantha's sexual desires, preferences, and tendencies, however, after the treatment is complete, something goes wrong. The data container explodes, blasting Addison directly. Fortunately, Addison is physically fine, but what she doesn't learn until later is that now SHE has all of Samantha's sexual drive, her sexual tendencies, and her kinks/desires. And now she has to navigate life as a slut.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The sun peeked through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden glow on the bedroom wall as Addison slowly blinked her eyes open. She groaned softly, her head throbbing like a drum as she tried to orient herself. The bed beside her was empty, the imprint of Mark's body still visible in the rumpled sheets. She let out a shaky breath, trying to push away the memories of the night before. She didn't want to think about what had happened, didn't want to face the guilt and shame that waited just beneath the surface of her consciousness.

She threw back the covers and sat up, her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and made her way to the bathroom, her body aching with the aftermath of the previous night's activities. She turned on the shower and stepped inside, the hot water cascading over her like a gentle rain, helping to soothe her sore muscles and clear her mind.

As she washed her hair, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was... different. She felt... sharper, somehow, her senses heightened. She could smell the scent of the shampoo more keenly, could feel the texture of the water against her skin as if for the first time. She shivered, a feeling of anticipation coiling in her belly, a feeling of...

excitement? she wondered as she turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes meeting her own in the reflection. She looked the same as always, her long brown hair damp and her skin pale from the lack of sunlight. But she felt different, like there was a fire burning inside her, a fire that she couldn't quite control.

She thought back to the previous night, the way she'd asked Mark to fuck her like he hated her, the way she'd demanded that they try doggy so that she didn't have to look at him, the way she'd betrayed the fact that she'd been thinking about the chiseled man on TV fucking her instead by screaming his name as she came.

She felt her face flushing with shame and embarrassment, her stomach twisting with guilt. She couldn't believe she'd done that, couldn't believe she'd been so... so selfish and cruel. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts from her mind. She couldn't dwell on it, couldn't let herself be consumed by the guilt and shame. She had to focus on moving forward, she needed to find a way to distract herself from whatever was going on. "Maybe I should go to the gym" she thought to herself. She hadn't gone to the gym in ages, typically preferring to work out in her garage on the rare occasions that she did, but she figured the change of scenery might help get her mind off things, and besides, she still had the year long membership that Samantha had gifted her for Christmas with the intention of them going together.

She dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of leggings and a sports bra, followed by a loose t-shirt and her sneakers. She tied her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head and headed downstairs. As she walked to her car, she found herself oddly thankful that Mark was still at work, relieved that she wouldn't have to face the inevitable shame brought on by seeing him.

She slid into the driver's seat, turning the key in the ignition and backing out of the driveway.

The gym was busy when Addison arrived, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the hum of machines. She nodded at the receptionist as she scanned her membership card, avoiding eye contact lest the woman see the turmoil written all over her face. After she was let through, she quickly made her way to the free weight section and began warming it.

Initially, the workout proved itself immensely fruitful, with the experience allowing Addison to push the events of last night out of her mind and relax for first time since she'd gotten home from the lab. After around 10 minutes in however, while she was in the middle her routine, Addison's focus was broken by a voice coming from behind her. "Hey you've got great form! I can definitely see that the squats are paying off too, sheesh" the voice said, and Addison turned around to see a tall, muscular man with short blonde hair standing behind her, his tank top covered in sweat. She blinked, for a second as she took in the man's appearance, his tank top doing little to hide his muscular form.

Addison felt a flush creep up her cheeks, remembering the way her body had responded to seeing Chris Hemsworth on TV the night before. She quickly looked away, not wanting to give the stranger the wrong impression. "Um, thanks," she muttered, turning back to the mirror to check her form.

"No problem, I'm just saying it how it is. I'm Brad, by the way. You new here?" The man stepped closer, his eyes scanning her up and down. Addison felt a prickle of unease, but she forced a smile and held out her hand.

"Addison.

Nice to meet you," she said, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. She shook his hand briefly before turning back to the mirror, adjusting her stance slightly.

"So, how long have you been working out?" Brad asked, his eyes still roaming over her body. Addison felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to his gaze in a way that both excited and alarmed her. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the physical reaction she was having to his presence.

"Um, off and on for a few years.

I've always been more of a home gym kind of person," Addison replied, her voice slightly breathy as she tried to maintain her composure.

Brad nodded, a smirk spreading across his face. "Yeah, I can see that. You've got some nice muscle tone going on. I bet you look fucking amazing in a bikini."

Addison felt a flush creep up her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly looked away, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of an escape. She wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially not from a man like Brad.

She knew his type all too well - the type who thought a woman was there for their enjoyment, to be objectified and ogled. She usually steered clear of men like him, but today, for some reason, she found herself unable to actually bring herself to walk away.

"I don't know about that," she said, her voice soft. "I haven't worn a bikini in years."

Brad's eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously? Why not? You've got the body for it, trust me."

She shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I guess I've just never been much of a beach person.

I prefer to stay indoors, read a good book," Addison replied, trying to hide the fact that his intense gaze was making her feel a little lightheaded.

Brad chuckled, his eyes still locked onto hers. "Well, I think it's a damn shame. A woman like you should be showing off that body, not hiding it away." he said, his voice laced with innuendo.

Addison's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, focusing on her reflection in the mirror.

She couldn't believe how forward this guy was being. What was shocking her more, however, was the fact that she wasn't put off by it.

In fact, she found herself oddly... intrigued by his words. She could feel a warmth spreading through her, a sense of excitement and anticipation that she couldn't quite place. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she turned back to face him. "Well, Brad, I appreciate the compliment. But I think you might be mistaking me for a different type of girl," she said, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach. Brad raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh yeah? And what type is that?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers. Addison hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

She wasn't used to this kind of banter, especially not from a man she barely knew. But there was something about Brad's confidence, his blatant sexuality, that was intriguing to her. She felt a spark of excitement, a thrill that she couldn't quite understand.

"You think I like to show off, don't you?" she finally said, her voice breathier than she had intended.

Brad chuckled. "I don't think you like to show off, I know you like to show off. I can see it in the way you carry yourself, the way you hold your head high and your shoulders back. You're confident, and you know what you've got. You just need someone to help you let it out."

Addison felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had always been the bookish, shy type, but there was something about the way Brad was looking at her, the way his words were making her feel, that was... exciting. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

"And what makes you think you can help me with that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brad's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Because I know what I like, and I know what I'm good at. And I think you and me, we could have some fun together. Don't you?"

Addison swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn't believe what she was about to say, couldn't believe the words that were about to escape her lips. But she couldn't stop herself, couldn't deny the primal, hungry desire that was burning inside her.

She looked into Brad's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I think we could."

Brad's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, and he took a step closer, his voice low and husky. "Good. Because I think you're fucking gorgeous, and I want to make you come so hard you'll be screaming my name."

Addison felt a jolt of excitement at his words, her breath hitching in her chest. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, knew that she should be running as far away from Brad as possible. But she couldn't. "BRAD! You can't just SAY THAT! We're in a public place!" Addison hissed, her eyes darting around the gym to make sure no one was within earshot. Brad's grin only widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Relax, no one's paying attention to us. Besides, who cares if they do?" he said, his voice low and husky. Addison felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her body responding to the raw, primal desire in his voice. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she looked into Brad's eyes. "You don't know what you're getting into," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brad leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "I think I do. And I think you do too. You want this, Addison. You want to feel alive, to feel desired, to feel like a fucking goddess. And I'm going to make that happen," he growled, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently.

Addison's breath hitched, her body tingling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew she should push him away, should walk away and never look back.

But the heat of his hand on her ass, the way his voice sent shivers down her spine, the raw desire in his eyes... it all combined to make her knees weak and her resolve crumble. She turned her head slightly, her eyes locking with his. She saw the hunger, the need, and she knew that she was as much a part of that as he was.

"Brad!" She said, feigning disbelief as she giggled at the man, "you're so bad." Brad grinned, his hand tightening on her ass, "I'm the best kind of bad, baby. And you know you like it."

Addison felt a flush spread across her chest and up her neck. She knew she should be appalled by his behavior, but her body was betraying her. She felt a warmth spreading between her legs, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her sports bra. She tried to push down the feeling of guilt, the knowledge that she was betraying Mark. But she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that was coursing through her veins.

She felt alive, dangerous, and she liked it. She licked her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want from me, Brad?" She asked, her eyes locked onto his.

Brad's smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. "My apartment is one block down, if you wanna take a walk with me and find out."

Addison's breath hitched, her body responding to his words like a live wire. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her nipples aching with need.

The thought of going to Brad's apartment sent a thrill of forbidden excitement through her. She had never done anything like this before, never even considered it. But there was something about the way Brad looked at her, the raw desire in his eyes, that was making her feel things she had never felt before.

"I'd love to" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brad's grin widened, his hand squeezing her ass one last time before he let go. "Follow me then baby."

Brad said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he started to walk away. He looked back over his shoulder and winked at Addison, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Addison felt a shiver run down her spine as she watched him walk away. She took a deep breath and made her way to the locker room, her heart pounding in her chest as she grabbed her things. She took one last look in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, uncertain eyes.

She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She was a respectable woman, a dedicated academic, not the type to sneak off with a man she barely knew. But there was something about Brad, something primal and raw, that was drawing her in. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she made her way out of the locker room and towards the exit.

Brad was waiting for her outside, his muscular body leaning against the wall. He pushed off as she approached and fell into step beside her, his hand brushing against hers. Addison felt a jolt of electricity at his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.

She glanced over at him, his chiseled jawline and smoldering eyes making her stomach flip with nerves and anticipation.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Brad asked, his voice low and husky. "No, I just... I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brad's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but his smile never faltered. "Well, don't worry, I've got enough experience for the both of us sweetheart. If it help, I've hooked up with plenty of gym bunnies before, but you're definitely the hottest" Brad said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Addison felt a wave of heat spread through her body at his words. She wasn't sure if it was his bluntness or the excitement of the unknown, but she found herself feeling more turned on than she ever had before. "Um, what's a gym bunny?" she asked, her voice soft and breathy.

Brad chuckled, his hand tightening around hers. " It's just a term for a girl like you, sweetheart. A gym bunny doesn't just come to the gym to workout, she comes in to be seen, you know? To show off that hot little body of hers." Brad said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Addison felt a thrill run through her at his words, her body responding to the raw, primal desire in his voice. She let out another breathy giggle. "Definitely sounds like me,

then. I mean, I do love when people notice me..." she said, her voice trailing off as she realized what she had just admitted. She felt her cheeks flush, embarrassed by her own admission.

Brad's eyes lit up with amusement. "Well, it's obvious that you love the attention, and let me tell you, sweetheart, you're getting all the attention you want from me." He squeezed her hand, leaning in closer to her ear. "You've got me so hard just thinking about all the things I want to do to you."

Addison felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to his words despite herself. "Ohmygawd , Brad," she giggled, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "You're so shameless."

Brad chuckled, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "Why, sweetheart? Because I'm not afraid to tell you what I want? Come on, you can't tell me you're not feeling this too. The way you're blushing, the way your heart is racing... you're not that good of an actress."

Addison bit her lip, looking down at their intertwined hands. She couldn't deny that she was feeling something, something she'd never felt before.

A pulsating heat between her legs, a fluttering in her stomach, and a throbbing in her heart that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She glanced up at Brad, his smirk giving way to a more intense, predatory gaze. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

"You're right," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I do feel something."

Brad smiled, his grip on her hand loosening as he pulled his back from hers and gave her a hard smack on the ass. "Good, now, this is my building, I want you to walk in front of me so I can watch that ass sway" he said, his voice low and commanding.

Addison let out a little squeal as his hand made contact with her backside, the sharp sting sending a jolt of surprise and excitement coursing through her veins. She looked back at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. "Brad! We're in public!" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He flashed her a grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Relax, no one's around. And even if they were, who gives a fuck? You're with me now, and I want everyone to know it."

Addison's heart pounded in her chest as she turned back around and started walking towards the building.

She could feel Brad's eyes on her, watching her every move. As she walked in front of him, she remembered his words, making sure to sway her hips more than usual. The sensation of his gaze on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her body responding, her nipples hardening and her core throbbing with need.

As they reached the door to his unit, Brad placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her inside. The apartment was luxurious, its aesthetic and placement in the city clearly betraying that Brad must have been quite wealthy, something which Addison normally would have paid little mind to but strangely heightened her arousal in the moment.

"So, tell me, Addison," he said, his voice low and husky. "What do you like?"

Addison's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest.

What did she like? She hadn't really thought about that question in a long time. With Mark, their sex life had become routine, predictable. She had never ventured out of her comfort zone, never explored her desires or fantasies. She had never really been much for sex in general, well, not until last night at least. Somehow, though, the answer came to her almost instantly, like it had entrenched itself into her brain.

"I want you to treat me like a fucktoy. I want you to use me, to fuck me until I can't take it anymore. I want you to make me feel like a dirty little slut." The words tumbled out of Addison's mouth before she could stop them, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had never spoken like this before, never even admitted such desires to herself.

Brad's eyes darkened at her words, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Fuck, you're filthy, aren't you? I fucking love it." He growled, his voice low and husky. Addison's breath hitched, her body responding to the raw desire in his voice. She felt a heat build between her legs, her nipples aching with need.

Brad's hands slides up to cup her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze that made Addison gasp. "You've got such perfect tits, you know that?

I can't wait to get my hands on them, to watch them bounce while I fuck you." Brad's voice was a low rumble in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. Addison giggled as she pushed back from him. "Of course I know that. Honestly, I don't know why I wore this baggy shirt over my sports bra.

I should have known better, shouldn't I? Women's intuition and all that." Addison said, a playful half-smile playing on her lips as she teased Brad.

Brad growled, his hands running up her thighs and under the hem of her shirt. "Fuck, baby, I love when you talk like that. But you're right, this shirt's got to go." He said, his voice low and husky with desire as he tugged at the hem, lifting it up and over her head, revealing her black sports bra and the curve of her breasts.

Addison giggled, her cheeks flushed as she stood before him in her sports bra and leggings, feeling more exposed than she ever had before.

Brad groaned, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her. "Jesus, Addie, those are fucking huge" he said, his voice thick with lust.

Normally, Addison would have balked at such a crude, simple minded compliment. However, the raw desire in Brad's voice, the way his eyes were devouring her like a starving man, it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her sports bra, and a warmth spread between her legs, her panties dampening with need. She giggled once again and shook her breasts at Brad, a smile playing on her face. " Well, they do tend to get in the way sometimes, you know?

Especially during a good workout." Addison continued, teasing Brad as she ran her hands up her own body, cupping her breasts and giving them a playful squeeze.

Brad growled, his eyes locked onto hers, his voice low and husky. "You're playing a dangerous game, Addison. You keep that up, and I'm going to tear that fucking bra off you and suck on those tits until you're begging me to stop."

Addison felt a shiver run down her spine, her breath hitching in her throat at his words. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire.

She bit her lip, her voice barely a whisper. "Promises, promises."

Brad growled and lunged at her, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her against him. Addison gasped as their bodies collided, her breasts pressing against his hard chest. She felt his erection pressing against her belly, and a thrill of excitement coursed through her.

"You want to play, Addison? We'll fucking play," Brad said, his voice low and dangerous. He spun her around and pushed her towards the wall, his hands rough on her hips. She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and ragged.

His hands were rough, so different from Mark's, as they gripped her hips and pulled her back against him. She could feel the hard length of him pressing into her ass, and she let out a soft gasp, a mixture of surprise and arousal.

Brad's hands moved up to cup her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed and kneaded them. Addison moaned, her head falling back against his chest as he pinched her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra. The sensation was intense, almost painful, but she didn't want him to stop. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his hands.

"More," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "I want more."

Brad chuckled darkly, his hands leaving her breasts to grip her hips again. He ground against her, his cock pressing into her ass. "You're a filthy little tease, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and husky. "I fucking love it."

He spun her around again, his hands gripping her face and forcing her to look at him. His eyes were dark and intense, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm going to make you come, Addison," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"And when I'm done, you're going to be begging me for more."

Addison's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She knew she should be afraid, should be screaming and clawing at his hands to get free. But she wasn't. She was turned on, so fucking turned on that her panties were soaked through with desire.

Brad's hands left her face and moved down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.

He gripped the waistband of her leggings and pulled, the tight fabric sliding down her thighs and pooling at her ankles. Addison stepped out of them, standing before him in just her sports bra and a pair of black cotton panties.

Brad's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the damp patch between her legs. "Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?

You fucking love knowing that I can see how wet you are, don't you?" Brad's voice was a low growl in her ear, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him. Addison bit her lip, nodding slightly as she felt a flush of shame and arousal wash over her. " Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I do."

Brad's grip on her hips tightened, and he let out a low, hungry growl. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a step back, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her sports bra. He gave them a rough squeeze, and Addison gasped, her nipples hardening even more against his palms.

"You're so responsive, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, take off that fuckin sports bra for me" he continued as he gave a hard slap on the ass.

Addison flinched at the impact, feeling a sharp sting and a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She looked back at Brad, he was grinning wickedly at her. She felt a sudden surge of courage, a need to please him, to show him how much she wanted this.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her sports bra, letting the straps fall down her arms. She pulled the fabric away from her body and tossed it aside, standing before him now in only her panties. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, her nipples hardening even more.

Brad's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.

"God those fuckin tits. You were built to take dick, you know that baby?" He said with a dark smirk. Addison giggled at him as she flashed a smile of her own. "Oh I know , I've had a few people tell me that before," she said, her voice soft and playful.

Brad's eyebrows raised, a wicked grin spreading across his face. " Oh really? And what do you think about that? Do you like being told what to do with your body?"

Addison felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. She bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. " Yes... I think I do."

Brad took a step closer, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked her up and down.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Now, get my cock out for me, slut."

Addison's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly lowered herself to the floor, her eyes never leaving Brad's. She could see the outline of his erection straining against his gym shorts, and a thrill of excitement coursed through her. She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion.

The moment Brad's cock sprang free, hard and thick, Addison's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. " Holy fuck," she breathed, her eyes wide with shocked awe. She'd seen her fair share of porn, but nothing had prepared her for the sheer size of Brad's cock. It was massive, the head already glistening with pre-cum, and it jutted out proudly, practically begging for her attention. She couldn't help but lick her lips, imagining what it would feel like to have that thing inside her.

Brad chuckled at her expression, his voice low and husky. "What is it baby girl?" he asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a slow stroke. Addison hardly even understood the words as they fell from her mouth faster than she could process what she was saying. "I-it's just... you're so much bigger than my husband."

Brad's eyes widened in surprise, but his cock throbbed in his hand at her words. "You have a husband? Fuck... that's hot" Brad said, his voice low and dark. "I want you to compare him to me, go ahead babydoll, do it."

Brad demanded, his voice low and dark, his cock pulsing in his hand.

Addison looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her at his words. She bit her lip, hesitating for just a moment before she began to speak. "Well, he's not... he's not as big as you are. He's smaller, and thinner. You're just... you're just so much... more." She finished, her voice barely a whisper.

Brad let out a low, satisfied growl, his cock throbbing in his hand at her words. "Keep going baby, don't hold anything back" he said with a smirk.

She wasn't used to talking like this, but she found herself unable to stop. "He's not as thick either. He's not... he's not as good at fucking me as you are. He doesn't make me feel... dirty. He doesn't make me feel like... like a slut." The words tumbled out of her mouth, raw and unfiltered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Brad let out a low growl, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it slowly. "Fuck, that's hot, Addison.

You're a filthy little slut, aren't you? Talking about your husband like that, comparing him to me. I can practically see your pussy getting wetter just thinking about it," Brad growled, his hand stroking his cock faster now, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Addison's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She felt a heat building between her legs, her panties soaked through with desire. She was shocked by her own words, by the way she was betraying Mark, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins.

She licked her lips, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, I am. And I want you to use me like one."

Brad's eyes widened with surprise, but his cock throbbed in his hand at her words. "Fuck, baby, you don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that," he growled, stepping closer to her. He looked down at her, his cock only inches from her face. "You want it? You want to suck my cock like a good little slut?"

Addison hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest.