Some necessary observations.

“I want you to look at me.”

I had no issue doing as the doctor ordered.

“I can tell you like my breasts,” I nodded, “And my legs,” Nod, nod, “What else?”

“Hair. Hips. Eyes. Everything, really, doctor.”

“Good. Focus on all those things.” I nodded again, and did just that. It’s not every day a woman gives you permission to ogle her to your heart’s content. “Now unzip your pants.”

“Sorry, doctor?” I gave a shocked expression, even though I’d been waiting patiently for this part.

“I believe that your sexuality may be at the root of many of your issues,” Dr. Ashley explained, her tone as warm and professional as ever, “But to be sure, I’m going to need to observe it firsthand. So, please, unzip your pants and remove your erection.”

“Yes, doctor,” I finally acquiesced, reaching down and fumbling with my belt, then my zipper. Despite everything Ashley and I had done together, there was still a part of me that was deliciously embarrassed to pull out my fully erect cock while sitting on her sofa. “Um, here it is,” I said, gesturing awkwardly.

“I see that,” Ashley said, examining my cock with interest. “You seem nervous. Try to relax. Take deep breaths. And keep focusing on me, and on my body.”

I nodded, and let my eyes roam freely over Ashley’s body while I took deep, calming breaths to center myself. My cock twitched in anticipation.

“Now,” Ashley said, “Take hold of your penis.”

I took a deep breath, and slowly moved my right arm towards my crotch. It naturally found a grip on my firm shaft, the flesh hot in my hand.

“Good,” Ashley said, “Start moving. I want to see the way you pleasure yourself.”

“Yes, doctor,” I breathed, beginning to stroke myself slowly, carefully. I focused on the curve of her partially-exposed breasts, the soft skin peeking out above her bra. I focused on her lips, painted a rich red. I thought about how much I would prefer to have her lips on my cock, instead of my own hand. I focused on her eyes, and the cool, detached way she watched as I stroked myself for her. My cock throbbed.

“Very good. You may speed up, if you wish.” Ashley suggested, her cheeks beginning to flush. Her character may be calm and professional in this situation, but her very real arousal was beginning to show through. “I want you to masturbate for me the same way you would in the privacy of your own home.”

I picked up the pace a little bit, stroking my sensitive flesh and stoking the flames of my arousal even higher. My hand wasn’t as soft as Ashley’s had been, but I was moving quicker, and being able to watch Ashley as she watched me made it all the hotter.

“Very good, but I see you need a bit more,” Ashley said. It was obvious to both of us that I could reach orgasm very soon if I needed to, but I nodded and agreed anyway. “Okay, then. I can’t touch you, of course, but keep watching me.”

Ashley’s hands moved to her shirt and slowly, torturously, started to undo the buttons. Each loosened button revealed another few inches of skin, and while I’d seen Ashley naked several times before, there was a unique eroticism involved in watching her slowly disrobe herself, button by button. She didn’t even take off the shirt after the last button came undone, she simply pulled it open, allowing me to take in her naked torso and bra-clad breasts. I was close, and she could tell.

“Here,” Ashley said, producing a tissue from behind her chair somewhere, “Try not to make a mess.” I took the tissue with my free hand, and jerked faster. It was clear that she wanted me to come, but I was waiting for one last trigger before I could release. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked, “Pleasuring yourself for me? Stroking your big, hard, cock to me?” Her eyes flicked down to the cock in question, then back up to meet mine.

“Yes, doctor.”

“Good. You may come, now.”

I did. In long, spurting twitches I filled up the tissue with my liquid love, all under Ashley’s watchful gaze. When I finally finished, I tossed the tissue in the conveniently-placed wastepaper basket, and turned to Ashley, who was breathing almost as hard as I was.

“Well, that was certainly informative,” She decided, “And a good stopping point for today’s session. I expect to see you back here again. You do want to see me again, don’t you?”

“Yes, doctor. Of course.”

“I helped you feel good today, didn’t I?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Good. I’ll see you next week.” I stood up to make for the door, and she added “Rutabaga. Game over. Sit back down.

“Oh,” I asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah,” She said, “I still need to get off…”