All week it was a competition between Jill, Avery, and Marin. They must have been communicating with each other, talking about who could send a better nude picture, or all three were just hell bent on blowing up my phone 24/7.
Avery had sent at least 100 pictures each day starting as soon as I dropped her off at home on Monday night. Jill sent about the same amount, but she was doing a lot of outfits, up skirt, bikini, and oops type pictures. Marin was sending everything. Shower, toilet, half clothed, naked, fingering her clit, and lots of peeing pictures. Several pictures a day were of her outside at night. I was unsure where she was but assumed it was her backyard.
I think for sheer different types of pictures Marin won. But Jill was my favorite. Not that I would ever tell anyone. She had the best and biggest tits. And her golden blonde hair. Both on her head and on her pussy drove me wild. I had always thought Marin was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Model quality. That is until I met her mom and sisters. Even though some were not her sisters but cousins. They were all gorgeous, had incredible bodies, and all model quality. I changed my mind about each woman. Who was hotter? Each had different qualities. Legs, butt, tits, face, hair, skin, personality, fetish. There is no way I could really rate them. Every time I thought about one, they became my new #1.
I truly do not know how I lasted the week. So many nudes. Marin started sending videos. Her playing with her clit and shooting out small squirts. Dancing, twerking, stripping, or dirty talking. She had been using the internet on her computer or phone. That I was sure of. She had learned quite a bit on how to talk dirty, she learned new words, and her confidence grew. She smiled into the camera, her eyes glowing, and described how she would suck my cock. Lick my asshole. Jerk my cock in her hands. And loads more. She did not seem ashamed, bashful, or embarrassed in the dirty talking videos.
Thursday night I began to notice a trend in Jill's photo's she sent. She did lots of pictures where she was flashing her tits, up skirts, and pictures where she accidentally popped a nipple out. Or as I called them, "oopsies" pictures.
I texted Jill and asked, 'you seem to like flashing. Or fake flashing. Is that your thing?'
"My thing? I don't know what you mean." Jill replied.
'Your fetish. What turns you on the most? Your fantasy you like and gets you hot.' I explained.
We went back and forth in texts most of the night. I learned she wants to flash her tits and pussy in public settings like coffee shops, school, restaurants, and even church. She wants to "accidentally" bend over, her blouse too loose, and her tit/nipple be visible to a person. She also wants to change, using the shower, the bathroom, or something where she is half dressed or naked and has random people walk in on her.
I now understand what happened at my house. She was topless in my bathroom. Waiting for me. Idiot me. How slow can I be?
She also described how she was ready for sex. But not just normal sex. She had recently been watching lots of videos with eating ass, toys in ass, and anal sex. She described it as the "worst type of sex possible. But watching it turned me on the most."
From my experience 1 in 10 women like anal sex or at least enjoy it. 1 in 10 of women who enjoy it become addicted. So around 1 in 100 are crazy anal addicted sluts. I wondered if Jill was that 1 in 100. Even though she was still a virgin.
Avery and I also text most of the week. I asked her the same questions, but she was very hesitant to talk about sex, fetish, or what turned her on. I advised her that many women are very sheltered, resistive to their desires, and to talk about it or release it will make it easier for her to orgasm. She stated, "So far, I have never had troubles orgasming. I can go over and over."
I thought maybe everything was her kink. Some women in my experience like it all. There is not one thing that gets them off. Maybe Avery was like that. Vanilla sex, oral, flashing, nudity, bondage, semen play, and other things. But since it was all so new, she was excited by it all. Only time would tell.
Friday finally got here, and I went to my appointment. Marin was seated at her desk, a large smile on her face, and no one else around. Dr. Stone pulled me into the backroom as I arrived, adjusted me, and almost sprinted out. "To beat traffic" was his only answer. I seriously doubted that.
Marin locked the doors as I lay on the table. It was our routine. I was recovering as Marin prepared the office for our fun.
I looked up to see she was not naked. But wearing some tiny pink G-string panties, a black under bust corset, and heart shaped pasties that covered her nipples.
I sat up smiling and Marin motioned with her finger to follow her.
We went to the only part of the office I had never been in. Dr. Stone's personal office. It had a large desk to the left in front of the window, a full wall of bookshelves, a small leather chair on the right side, and a small table with doctor stuff next to the door.
Marin pulled the leather chair out from the wall and set it in the middle of the room. She set her phone on a small black device, pushed me into the chair, and some music started playing. Marin turned away from me, wiggling her hips, her hands playing with her hair. Marin proceeded to tease me. Dancing like a stripper or hooker. Just out of arms reach. She would walk behind me, her hands running through my hair, she would place her leg or foot over my shoulder. She would rub my chest and scratch it with her fingernails.
The music changed, she stood in front of me, shaking her tits, smiling, and laughing. She climbed on my lap, gyrating, thrusting, and grinding. She shook her ass in my face, she pulled the tiny G-string to the side, letting me see her wet virgin pussy, and then pulling away before I could touch it.
She slapped my hand. Not playfully. But hard. She kept up the dancing, the lap dancing, and the charade. After nearly an hour my cock was harder than it had ever been. Marin grabbed it through my pants. Laughing and telling me she was going to make me "cum in my shorts."
I let her play her game. Thinking she was in charge. She slid her G-string down to her ankles. She stood just out of arms reach as she shook her wet pussy at me. She bent over, looked back, and winked at me. Far too long she was there. Let me look but not touch.
She stood up, turned around, and climbed on my lap again. She peeled off one pasty and stuck it to my cheek next to my mouth. She then kissed me hard. Tongue in my mouth, forced inside, and all around. She pulled back, pulled the last pasty off, and stuck it to my other cheek. She pulled my hair on top of my head with her hand, my head pulled back, she began sucking and biting my neck.
