Most men would kill for a woman like her. What man in his right mind wouldn't want a woman who loved to screw 3 or 4 times a day. She had been doing it for years. She liked the orgasm. She liked the dopamine rush. The oxytocin. Hell. She liked it all. She was unbelievable. She liked it so much she developed it into a routine, just like clockwork. Once when she woke up in the morning. Once in the office right before her commute home and once before going bed. She would go to the bathroom after the majority of the people left the office and play with herself until she would cum.
Sometimes she couldn't hold back the oohs and the aahs. One day there was a guy standing outside the door of the ladies room with his ear to the door. She knew what he was listening for but she didn't care. It was none of his business anyway. She was in her own little world and she didn't care. What goes on in the ladies room stays in the ladies room. Right!
That's when things started getting out of hand. You see, she met this guy on reddit who was the perfect match for her. She didn't know it, but she was really an exhibitionist at heart. She hated to cum alone. She wanted an audience. Someone to know what she was doing. Someone to enjoy it with her. And he was the guy for her.
He started by asking her questions. How often did she do it? Where did she do it? Who was around. She lived alone, so she could do it anytime she wanted while she was at home. So she made a pact with him. She promised to check in before and after and that's when he started giving her "special" assignments.
When she was at work she had to take pictures of the ladies room. She would go into the stall and take a picture there too. And then he made her do something gross. He told her to take a selfie when she orgasmed. He wanted to see the expression on her face. But she couldn't look at it first. She had to take the picture and send it to him sight unseen.
That was the midday cum queen he told her. Show and tell. And then he told her to hike up her skirt and take a picture in the mirror. Every day it was a new pose. Before and after her told her. Before and after. She didn't know what he expected to see, but then one day she began to see it too. Before she looked a little dull, some may say peaked, but still excited with anticipation. And afterward she looked a little spent. Her face was flushed and her hair was a little out of place. She even had a glow on her skin from a little perspiration when she worked up a sweat.
He studied the pictures and then he did it too. He would look at the "before" picture, get excited thinking about what it would be like to be with her and then he would jerk off and cum. Then he would look at the "after" picture and imagine he was with her and glowing in radiance of her sexual satisfaction. His imagination would run wild. He begged her. Let me do it with you too. And she obliged. Ever so slightly. Just a little bit at a time.
