Chapter 4: Group Therapy
The sun peeked over the horizon, casting an orange hue on the walls of Emma's light, welcoming apartment. She rose early, humming a soft tune as she prepared for her upcoming therapy session with Elliot. She ran her manicured fingers through her long, dark hair, securing it into a neat ponytail. The anticipation of the day ahead made her heart flutter like a butterfly caught in a storm.
As she paced nervously near the window, she glanced at the vintage wooden chair, tucked in the corner of her dining area.
Emma harkened back to one of her many envisioned scenarios, and strategically positions the stylishly old comfy chair, across from the plush sofa in her living room. She then removes coffee table to close the distance between chair and sofa, creating an open and more intimate atmosphere.
Emma adjusts the cushions on the sofa, ensuring they look inviting and comfortable. She considers the possibility of playing soft music during the session, but decides against it, wanting to create a more authentic experience.
"Maybe I should cue up some nature sounds to have on hand, just in case things turn primal." Emma pausing briefly, "It wouldn't hurt"... she thought to herself in a low voice.... "I'll cue something up on YouTube" Emma turns on her soundbar and pulls up the title "Nature's Drums", a perfect cacophony of birds, cicadas, and subtle distant sounding tribal drums, symphonically attuning to her search words 'Primal Sex White Noise'.
Emma then makes her way into the bedroom, kneels down, and opens Pandora's Box underneath her bed.
She takes out the sleek black vibrator, running her fingers over its smooth surface. Its size and weight are perfect, and she can't help but feel a surge of excitement. The thought of pleasuring Sarah with such a tool, or watching Dr. Sarah pleasure herself, fills her with much anticipation.
"What else?" Emma muses, her voice barely audible.
She adjusts the vibrator's settings, making sure it's ready for the task ahead. "What am I forgetting?" she asks herself, scanning the array of sex toys nestled in her secret cache.
Her eyes land on a small, leather-bound journal, buried beneath the pile of lingerie and lubricants. She remembers buying it months ago, intending to document her sensual adventures. With a flick of her wrist, she opens the cover, revealing pages filled with notes on different techniques and fantasies.
This journal serves as a private repository of her deepest desires and ideas, a treasure trove of inspiration for her therapy sessions. She caresses the worn binding, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment.
"Elliot will definitely appreciate some of this research." she whispers, as a sly grin spreads across her face. The journal may serve as a guide for the session, or maybe even as a source of inspiration for Dr. Emma.
Emma stands up, clutching the journal tightly in her grasp. She walks swiftly towards the living room, deciding to put it on the side table with a pen, next to her throne, where she plans to begin this hopeful erotic journey.
"Where's Sarah?" she indignantly mumbles to herself. "She's supposed to be ten minutes early".
Emma impatiently checks her watch every five seconds, starting to pace around the living room anxiously.
She finally hears the loud double tap of Sarah's keychain striking the metallic front door , followed by the distinctive squeak of the door hinges opening.
"Sorry I'm late!" Sarah apologetically announces as she enters the living room, looking absolutely primed in nothing but a pair of sheer black silk stockings, white lab coat, and a highrise black nightgown underneath it. Her hair has been brought down from her usual ponytail, it's styled and freshly curled, with new subtle deep red highlights.
Emma gasps in surprise, taken aback by Sarah's stunning and bold makeover. She can't believe how daring Sarah looks, exposing her newly developed assets.
"Well, well, well," Sarah teases with a devilish grin, twirling around to reveal the sheer nightgown hugging her curves tightly enough to reveal the edges of her lacy black panties peeking from underneath. "Ready for a little fun?"
Emma smiles, feeling a rush of excitement course through her veins.
"I guess I'm ready for a bit of fun," she replies, with playful nonchalance, and a slight grin.
Sarah giggles, tossing her hair over her shoulders. "You're a terrible liar, Miss Roberts," she teases, walking toward the comfy sofa. "Let's get to work, shall we?"
Emma nods, her pulse throbbing in her veins. She settles down on the sofa, gesturing for Sarah to join her.
"Let's go over our strategy one last time ," she says, her expression serious. "Therapy requires precision and a solid plan, and we gotta admit," she giggles "the other night we were pretty distracted." giving a hinting look.
Sarah chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Of course, Emma," she responds, sidling up to her friend. "First, we must remember that our primary objective is to help Elliot overcome his premature ejaculation struggle, and study his issue with hyperspermia."
Emma nods, her gaze fixed on Sarah. "Yes, but there's more to it than that," she adds, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I mean, what if—what if we can use this opportunity to explore our desires too? Just a little bit." Emma says sternly but dramatically, almost conjuring the requesting nature of a drug addict. "I don't know about you, but I've never experienced anything quite like this with anyone else. I feel like there's just something more I feel we need to do, to help him fully, but it just can't happen inside the walls of our clinic. The methods aren't considered 'ethical', but I truly think they're necessary. It's just a coincidence, that these methods somewhat overlap with our desires as well." Emma paused briefly and looks down for a second, then turns her eyes back to Sarah "Am I crazy?"
"Not at all, Emma," Sarah replied confidently, sensing her unease. "We're simply exploring options that benefit all parties involved."
Emma nodded, feeling reassured by Sarah's understanding. "I'm just worried about the ethical implications," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "But, if it means helping Elliot..."
Sarah smiled warmly, reaching out to squeeze Emma's hand. "Let's not worry about that right now. That's why I'm here, remember? I got your back." she said soothingly.
"For now, let's focus on today's session, only. We don't want to get in our own heads too much, like Elliot does. Let's just let the process unfold. We got this, girl."
Emma sighed heavily, feeling the tension melt away thanks to Sarah's supportive demeanor. "Thank you, Sarah," she whispered gratefully. "I really appreciate your understanding."
Sarah nodded, her gaze meeting Emma's. "No worries, gorgeous." she replied sincerely. "Let's just concentrate on our primary target today—helping Elliot."
"Agreed," Emma murmured, grateful for the distraction.
Guiding Sarah, she quickly reviewed the planned exercises for the session. Their voices intertwined seamlessly, echoing a harmonious melody of trust and friendship.
"One thing I noticed about Elliot," Sarah began, "he seems to get easily excited when we even come close to mentioning his penis. What if we try to relax him first? Like, maybe not start with the physical stuff immediately. Delve into more of what's going on in his head, perhaps?"
Emma nodded in agreement. "My thoughts exactly. I'd like to go through a good long list of questions before any physical interaction with him. In fact, my thought was to get him to undress in my bathroom, put on a comfy robe, then I'd position him in the sofa, blindfolded. Just to restrict any physical turn-on's and external stimuli." Emma says playfully, pulling her glasses down the bridge of her nose, eyeing Sarah's new sexy stockings and nightgown with a wide grin.
"Okay. Yeah, I'm onboard with this idea." Sarah nods, admiring Emma's intelligence. "I see you've somewhat rearranged the furniture too. Any particular reason?" Dr. Sarah says with her curiosity piqued.
"Actually, yes." Emma replies, with a tinge of excitement. "I was thinking that, when I take the blindfold off of Elliot, it would be ideal to have a sexy woman directly in his cross-hairs, i.e. you, for the duration of the session. I'll be in the chair sat beside the sofa, and you'll be in the chair across from the sofa. The plan is a bit too long to explain in it's entirety," Emma chuckled "because Elliot's due any second now, but just know it'll be about resisting impulses. That sound good to you?" Emma asked Sarah, her voice soft yet assertive.
Dr. Sarah nodded enthusiastically, catching the same vision that Emma described. "That sounds like the perfect setup. It'll create an intimate environment for us to work together and ease Elliot into the session."
"Great!" Emma grinned. "I've already prepared everything."
Just as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang loudly in the silence of the apartment. Emma's heart raced, the thumping rhythm matching the urgency of the situation.
"That's Elliot," she announced breathlessly, standing up.
"Come on, Sarah, let's greet him."
They moved towards the door, Sarah's heels clicking sharply in unison with Emma's footsteps. The tension was palpable, their hearts pounding in sync with each other's.
Opening the door, they greeted Elliot politely, inviting him into the apartment. He looked nervous but eager, smiling at the two women. Emma could sense his erection growing, straining against his pants.
"Welcome, Elliot," she purred, flashing her most seductive smile.
"I hope you're ready for today's session."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Yes, Doctor Emma," he managed hoarsely. "just hoping I don't embarrass myself again."
"Oh, don't say that, dear," Emma soothed, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Remember, we're all on the same team here. There's absolutely NOTHING you can do to embarrass yourself here, good sir." she exclaims with an outpouring of positivity. "This is to be your sanctuary of individuality and openness. To be free of any and all judgement or shame."
Sarah nodded sympathetically, her eyes locked on Elliot's anxious face. "That's right, Elliot." Sarah chimed in, taking a step closer to him. "In this space, you're safe to express whatever you're feeling, without fear of ridicule, or embarrassment. This is YOUR therapy session, tailored specifically for YOU."
Elliot nodded hesitantly, his eyes darting between Dr. Emma and Dr. Sarah. "Thanks, Docs," he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. "I appreciate your understanding."
Dr. Emma reached out and gently took hold of Elliot's hand, leading him towards the bathroom.
"Let's get you changed, shall we?" she said softly, her voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down Elliot's spine. "We thought it'd be best to get you feeling comfortable, but somewhat vulnerable, so go ahead and put on this robe for us, sweetheart...NO UNDERWEAR!" She exclaimed playfully, yet assertive, as she jokingly shoved him into the bathroom to change, closing the door behind him.
As the three of them patiently waited for Elliot to emerge transformed, Emma and Sarah shared hushed whispers. Their conversation was laden with anticipation and excitement, fueled by the impending moments of raw intimacy.
"I cannot wait to see how this all transpires," Emma declared softly, her voice quivering with exhilaration. "I've never attempted anything like this before, Sarah."
"I know, Emma," Sarah responded, her tone equally excited. "We have no idea whether this approach will actually work, but I have faith in us." Dr. Emma continued, her voice unwavering. "I've seen patients make miraculous progress with unconventional therapies, and sometimes, breaking the rules is the only way to reach the desired outcome."
Dr. Sarah agreed, "Yes, I agree." she added firmly. "I wouldn't feel good about sending him to a random quack shrink. At least, in this instance, we have permission to explore alternative avenues, and this could potentially be the breakthrough we've been searching for."
Their hands instinctively found each other, intertwining as they exchanged reassuring smiles.
The bathroom door swung open, revealing Elliot dressed in a white bathrobe, his face flush with embarrassment. Despite his nerves, his bulge, nearing erection, remained visible through the thin fabric. Both doctors couldn't help but exchange knowing glances, their anticipation mounting.
"Let's begin, Elliot," Dr. Emma encouraged, guiding him to the sofa. "We'll start with a few simple questions to get to know you better, and understand what you're experiencing, then jump into a few somewhat... unconventional exercises."
Elliot gulped, his throat dry. "Sounds good. I'm -- I'm ready" replies as he clears his throat.
Emma once again took Elliot by the hand, reminding Elliot "Again, I just wanted to say that though this session's methods may be unconventional, Dr. Sarah and I wholeheartedly agree that you have a real opportunity to thrive, if you keep an open mind, an open heart, and stop at nothing when it comes to focusing on progress... So, let's chin up, think positive, and a dive right in!" Emma smiles warmly, gesturing at the inviting sofa "Have a seat, Elliot!" she says with eager excitement.
"Feel free to stretch out and sink into the cushion, you'll feel so relaxed and at ease."
Elliot gingerly sits down, his body stiff and rigid. He keeps his arms crossed over his chest, shielding himself from the potential vulnerability he feels. Dr. Emma notices his discomfort and reaches down to lightly touch his knee.
"Relax, Elliot," she coos softly, her fingertips brushing against his leg lightly. "You're among friends here. No judgment," Dr. Emma whispered softly, sending chills down his spine. "Let's start with some questions, shall we?"
"Sure!" Elliot agrees nervously.
"Great!" Emma sits down in the chair next to the sofa, shifting to get comfortable for what she's about to say. "So Elliot, while we're asking these questions regarding your sex life, we humbly ask that you put on this blindfold." she says as she opens a wooden box on the side table, and pulls out a very standard looking black blindfold "This is to better help you concentrate, recollect, and avoid any potential external stimuli that might arouse you." playfully glancing at Dr. Sarah, with her sexy black stockings and revealing nightgown.
Elliot's eyes widened as he watched Sarah sit gracefully in the chair across from him. He took one last look at the voluptuous goddess before him before applying the blindfold.
"So, Elliot," Emma began, her voice dripping with warmth and compassion. "Can you tell me a bit about your masturbation habits? I know you mentioned in one of our last appointments that you try your hardest not to masturbate. Can you tell me why that is?" Emma leans forward, eagerly awaiting Elliot's answer.
"I guess I want to refrain from masturbating because it tends to bring me immense shame, and a side of guilt. There are times when I can't seem to control my urges, or my mess of ejaculate, which leaves me feeling ashamed and guilty afterwards. Mostly when cleaning up, for some reason." Replies Elliot, sadly. "I also find it difficult to masturbate without my thoughts drifting to specific individuals, including you, Dr. Emma."
Dr. Emma's eyes widened as she blushes, her heart skipping a beat. While she had sensed Elliot's attraction, hearing it vocalized left her feeling both aroused and conflicted. She cleared her throat, trying to regain composure.
"That's understandable, Elliot," she replied calmly. "It's perfectly normal to associate certain feelings with specific people. I'd like to backtrack a bit though." she says chewing on her pen, "When you talk about feeling shame or guilt; when would you say these feelings towards masturbating began, in your opinion?"
"I'd say," Elliot starts, his voice shaking slightly, "that this started around the age of 13."
"At that time, I had my first wet dream, and ever since then, I had difficulty controlling my arousal. Masturbation briefly became an outlet for me, as for most teenagers my age, but it soon escalated into a problem. I felt ashamed the amount of semen I produced, because anytime I masturbated openly, my cu -- uhh, semen, went everywhere. I mean, EVERYWHERE."
"So, did that feel abnormal to you at the time? Is that what made you feel ashamed?" Sarah probes further, her tone sympathetic.
"No, not at all," Elliot emphasizes, "I thought all boys my age produced that kind of quantity." Elliot leans back into the cushion, starting to drop his guard, and feel a drop of freedom in his confession.
"What was shameful, was -- actually, let me backtrack for just a sec." Elliot sighs as if he's expelling a cloud of negative energy. "My parents were owners of a small bookstore, and VERY avid readers. I mean, our house, including my room, was absolutely littered with books. Stacks upon stacks. Like a fucking library... but they weren't just any books... I'm talking high value, first editions-type collection. So, if you can't see where this is going already, I accidentally made a mess of the books, on more than a handful of occasions."
Emma and Sarah both lean in as Elliot continues, whilst letting his guard down. Emma feels a slight bit of gratification, as Elliot let's his guard down. The blindfold idea, working effortlessly.
"So, that obviously got me in trouble... Lesson learned...but STILL, every time that I came into a sock, a blanket, a towel, etc.; My mother who did my laundry, would constantly go on tangents about how I was ruining things, telling me to stop masturbating on everything, and that I was masturbating too much."
The Doctors share a saddened sympathetic frown with one another.
"When really, in hindsight," Elliot continued "I think I just had too much jizz coming out of me, but she probably thought I was masturbating like a madman... I think that's why I feel guilty, and ashamed, Docs. Sorry for the novel of a response." Elliot apologized, his voice cracking slightly. "I didn't mean to drag you guys through my personal history like that."
Dr. Emma stood from her chair, reached out and placed her hand on top of Elliot's, offering comfort. "Please don't apologize, Elliot," she assured him kindly. "Your recount is incredibly important to us, and your healing process. We can't provide the best care for you until we fully understand where you're coming from."
Elliot nodded, relieved to hear their acceptance. "I appreciate that," he whispered with a soft voice, as Emma sits back down
"So after sharing that trauma, can you now see that it was wrong of your mother to shame you like that, as a young boy? For something, as natural as eating breakfast in the morning?" Sarah asks empathetically.
"I suppose so," Elliot answered, with a contemplative tone. "When you're a teen, you're full of hormones and energy, but I was expressing my sexuality in the best way I knew how."
"That's right Elliot." Dr. Emma intervened, "Thank you. Now we all have a much better understanding regarding the root cause of your issues. And it's important you recognize, that although your past experiences were painful, toxic, and certainly undeserved, they do not define you. It's now more important than ever to express your sexuality FREELY, and in whatever way feels best to you. Whether it be cumming into a towel at home, or cumming all over your apartment floor, or drenching your partners body in semen.... Hyperspermia is a part of you, and it's natural... So embrace that part of yourself. Learn to love that you're different in that way, and free yourself of all that weight and baggage." She says with a noticeable caring in her voice. "Hell, I'd even go so far to say, that even though it can be very messy at times, many women find it incredibly hot when a guy can cum that hard." Emma says in playful tone, looking over at Dr. Sarah.
"I know I do, Elliot." Sarah added. "Some women love to be covered in cum, or filled up completely with a man's essence."
Emma nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on Elliot's handsome features. "That's right," she affirmed, her voice steady and confident. "When you learn to embrace your hyperspermia, it can guide you to even greater sexual heights" Emma spoke with confidence, her voice vibrating with enthusiasm.
"Now, in regards to the issue of reaching orgasm too soon however, it appears that the key to overcoming your premature ejaculation issue, lies within accepting and welcoming your hyperspermia."
Elliot listened intently, his grip tightening on the armrests of the sofa. "Wow. You just might be right. How can I do that, Doc?" he asked cautiously, his voice betraying traces of hesitation.
"That's precisely what we're here to discover," Emma replied, her voice warm and comforting.
"By engaging in these exercises and conversations, we'll unravel the keys to unlocking your 'hyperspermia power'. Together, we'll uncover the ultimate path to self-acceptance and liberation."
Elliot nodded, his grip loosening on the armrests. "Alright," he murmured, swallowing hard. "I'm certainly ready to try."
Emma and Sarah exchanged glances, their faces brimming with anticipation. "Great! But before we begin," Emma said, leaning forward, "let's discuss some of your sexual fantasies and turn-ons, if you don't mind."
Emma clicks her pen into the writing position, and opens her journal. "This exercise will be all about self control, and resisting urges. Please begin."
Elliot's cheeks flushed red, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his robe. "Well," he began hesitantly, "I feel like I'm turned on by the curves of just about every woman nowadays, but mostly I fantasize about being dominating by a strong, powerful woman. Sometimes I also fantasize about being dominated by a strong and powerful woman. Someone who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to take charge." Elliot breathing in, as a slight state of arousal washes over him "I guess I'm just into powerful women, in general."
Emma and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance, their bodies humming with anticipation. "That's great, Elliot," Emma replied, her voice low and sultry.
"Tell us more about this fantasy."
Elliot swallowed hard, his cock beginning to engorge beneath the loose robe. "In my fantasy, the woman usually commands me to strip naked and kneel before her. Then, she takes control, teasing my cock with her lips and tongue while I beg for release. But she denies me, instead choosing to tease me mercilessly."
Emma and Sarah exchanged glances, their eyes smoldering with desire. "Fucking hell," Sarah muttered under her breath, her pussy throbbing.
"Good, Elliot." Dr. Emma gets up out of her chair to whisper in Sarah's ear as silently as she can "Take off your panties and spread your legs." Emma whispers, as she seductively nibbles on her earlobe. "I want to introduce some visual stimuli, here in a second." Emma silently tiptoes back to her seat. Her pussy aches with need, and she can feel her nipples hardening beneath her shirt.
Sarah is seated across from Elliot, with her knees apart. Emma can't help but notice the damp spot that has formed on Sarah's purple panties. The scent of arousal fills the air, and Emma can hear Sarah's heavy breathing. She winks at Sarah, and Sarah nods, signaling that she's ready for the next phase of the exercise.
"Now, Elliot," Emma begins, her voice deepening. "Without removing your blindfold, I want you to imagine that Dr. Sarah is the domineering woman you fantasized about. Visualize her commanding you to strip out of your robe."
Elliot nods, feeling clouded in the darkness, but then, the vivid image of Sarah standing before him flashes in his mind. He imagines her ordering him to disrobe, her voice stern and demanding. With each order, he obeys, shedding his robe and exposing his erect cock. Sarah's moan echoes in his ears, fueling his arousal.
"Good." Emma says, as she accidentally let's out an aroused sigh. She clears her throat, then says "Elliot, for the remainder of this particular exercise, we'd like you to refrain from touching your penis. Your balls are off limits too. Are we clear? This is very important to this step of the process." Emma explained, taking a sip of water. "Now, Elliot, you need to describe in vivid detail, what you're seeing in your head."
"Yeah, of course," Elliot agreed, his voice trembling slightly. "So, Sarah is sitting across from me, and she's wearing nothing but her sexy black lace lingerie. Her breasts are perky and full, with hard, pink tipped nipples. As she watches me strip, she licks her lips, her eyes are smoldering with desire. She orders me to crawl on the floor and kiss her feet, and I obey her, without hesitation. As I kiss her soft soles, she giggles quietly, and I can smell the intoxicating scent of her feminine essence. She tells me to stand up and kiss her crotch..." Elliot's breathing starts to increase "...and I do so eagerly, tasting her sweet juices. She orders me to undress her, and I do so slowly, savoring every moment."
Dr. Sarah stands, then quietly removes her panties. She immediately sits back down, sagging into her chair, as she lifts her feet up off the floor, spread eagle, and begins to very lightly, and slowly, caress her wet pussy with a single index finger, hoping her scent will drift over to the blindfolded Elliot.
Elliot describes how he gently kisses her inner thighs, working his way upwards until he reaches her moist labia. He delicately tongues her swollen clitoris, causing her to moan loudly. He slides two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy, pumping them in and out. She cries out in pleasure, her body arching toward him.
The more Elliot describes his fantasy, the harder Sarah rubs her clit, with her chair cushion beginning to dampen.
Emma looks at Elliot's cock, standing tall, like a flagpole of masculine energy, with precum beginning to ooze out of the tip. Emma then decides to remove her thong as well, and begins quietly touching herself.
"Then what happens, Elliot? Are you about to cum already in this fantasy? Or do you want to do more to Dr. Sarah?" Emma asks in a seductive tone.
Elliot's voice shakes as he responds, "I want to continue pleasuring Dr. Sarah until she begs me to fill her with my seed."
"Mmm..." Emma groans. "I bet Dr. Sarah would want that," Emma pauses looking devilishly at Sarah. "in real life, I bet she'd want that. Isn't that right Dr. Sarah?" Emma teased, her voice dripping with desire. "Are you enjoying Elliot's fantasy?"
Sarah's breath hitched, her fingers digging into her pussy. "Oh yeah," she moaned, her voice thick with longing. "He's doing such a fantastic job painting the picture in my mind." Her words audibly strained.
Both doctors shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their pussies throbbing as they finger themselves. Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Elliot," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "you're doing so great right now." Emma stated with palpable arousal. "So, I'm about to ask you to describe your orgasm for us. I want you to go ahead and picture it in your mind, then, remove the blindfold, look at Sarah, and describe it. Every detail of what your orgasm feels like, okay?" Emma instructed, her voice quivering with lust. "We need to know everything."
Elliot nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. His cock throbbed, and he could feel the sticky pre-cum trickling down his shaft. He closed his eyes, allowing the memory of his previous orgasms to wash over him.
Now fearing he might explode at any second, Elliot groans with pleasure "Okay, I--I'm ready!" He then removes the blindfold.
His eyes immediately widen, as he sees Dr. Sarah with her feet in the air, furiously fingering her cleanshaven pussy. He turns his head away to Dr. Emma, and sees her panties around her ankles rubbing her clit. "Oh, fuck!" Elliot groans, unable to escape the sights of his cravings.
Dr. Emma quickly intercepts Elliot's shock and awe, reminding him of his task.
"Describe your orgasm, Elliot! Quickly! Describe it as you gaze into Dr. Sarah's tight wet pussy!" Emma states firmly, as she could sense that Sarah and Elliot were about to climax.
"Say it, Elliot!" Emma demanded, her voice hoarse with desire.
"Uhh..fuck!..." Elliot begins to very quickly rush his words "...My back and legs tense up. My balls are tightly wrapped by my scrotum. The head of my cock swells. My perineum throbs like a heartbeat...Oh God!" He yells, as he tightly grasps the cushions beneath him.
"Keep going Elliot! You're almost there!" Sarah shouts, as she tries to hold back from cumming.
"I--I feel a flood of pressure coursing through my body..." His voice strained "making it's way to the tip of my dick! My cock thumps over, and over! I can feel my hot load splattering my legs and chest!" Elliot abruptly stops his description, as his breathing quickens even faster and faster.
Emma leans forward, about to tell Elliot to continue, until she's interrupted "FUCK! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on Dr. Sarah's pussy!" Elliot shouted, his cock twitching in anticipation.
"That's right," Emma purred, stroking her engorged clit. "Cum all over Dr. Sarah's slick tiny pussy." Emma whispered in Elliot's ear.
Elliot reaches down, about to touch his throbbing cock. "No touching!" Emma exclaims firmly.
"Ohhhh Fuck!" Elliot yelled as he slides his hands across his chest and thigh, his hips slowly thrusting upwards, lifting his buttocks off of the sofa.
Sarah, seeing Elliot's rock hard cock on the verge of exploding, sends her over the edge. "YES! YEEES!" she screams. Her finger slipping out of her vagina as it contracts, with a fountain of juices jetting forth out of her pussy, and onto the floor. Splashing droplets of squirt bounce off the rug, and onto Elliot's bare feet.
Elliot then reciprocates, almost simultaneously.
His cock erupts, "Remember Elliot, don't touch it!" Emma shouts amidst all of the chaos, as Elliot's hips began bucking wildly, spewing streams of cum from his tip, arching onto the sofa, his chest, the rug, and onto Dr. Emma's shirt.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!!!" He screams, as he thrashes on the sofa, bouncing his long jetting cock around like an out of control fire hose. Elliot growls deeply and guttural, as he crosses streams with Dr. Sarah's final squirt.
Noises are now pouring from his most primitive nature, until Dr. Sarah finally rushes onto her knees in front of Elliot, squeezing his shaft with both hands, and aiming the tip towards her wanting face. The sensation of his seed hitting her skin with such velocity sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She opens her mouth, extending her tongue, eager to feel his warm salty seed, spraying her taste buds.
Emma watched, mesmerized, as one of Elliot's creamy white loads splattered violently onto Sarah's gorgeous face, ricocheting it onto Emma's knees, and briefly startling her with excitement. His cock pulsed repeatedly, shooting jet after jet of cum, leaving road trails back to it's source.
Sarah gasped, her breath ragged and uneven. Her pussy spontaneously gushed once more, soaking the rug beneath her. She raised one hand from his cock, to catch the remaining spurts of cum, and began rubbing it into her skin, as his final load slides down his long shaft, and down his balls, dripping onto the floor.
"God, that is so fucking hot," sighed Sarah, running her fingers through the slippery semen. "That is so much cum... Mmm...I fucking love it." Sarah smiled, and spoke with a joyful tone "You are truly the most exhilarating, and voluptuous patient I've ever had, Elliot." giving him a seductive wink, whilst continuing to squeeze his shaft, and gazing longingly into his eyes.
Emma couldn't believe what she was witnessing. She watched, entranced, as Sarah continued to rub the cum over her skin, with one hand wrapped around his cock. Occasionally slurping the tip of his slippery member, and reveling in their post-orgasmic bliss. The taste of sweat and cum lingered on Sarah's tongue, and a wave of intense satisfaction washed over her.
"Wow," gasped Emma, finally finding her voice. "That was... That was something else." Dr. Emma stated, absolutely awestruck and moved, as if she just experienced a one of a kind work of art.
"Something else, indeed," chuckled Sarah, wiping the semen from her face with her finger, and shaking it onto the floor. "But I must admit, it was quite exhilarating." Sarah slowly moved her hand from Elliot's shaft, sliding her fingers up to his tip as she releases, sending a shiver down his spine, as she stands up to face Emma, revealing her cum-drenched body. "I'm gonna go find a towel." Sarah giggled.
Emma snaps back into the moment, and pulls her hand from her clit. She looks to Elliot who is absolutely vibrating with a blended mix of tense pleasure, and intended unfulfillment.
"Elliot," Emma says sternly, trying to gain back his focus "What you just experienced, is what most people call a 'ruined orgasm'."
"A ruined orgasm?" Elliot questions, still reeling from the experience.
"Yes," replies Emma, "It involves having an orgasm without experiencing the full release of tension that typically accompanies it."
Elliot, looking somewhat disoriented "So...was that the exercise? Why did I need to have a ruined orgasm?" Elliot asks curiously, still trying to catch his breath.
"It's all part of our EVIL PLAN!!! Muahahahahaaa!!!"
Sarah jokingly shouts from across the apartment, as she seeks out a towel to wipe down her semen soaked body.
Emma and Elliot share a brief chuckle.
"Because sometimes," Emma explains "Having a ruined orgasm can delay the total pleasure of a completed orgasm, effectively relieving built up pressure, which can make future releases of sexual tension even more satisfying. It also has great benefits, when it comes to helping you to last longer, during sex and masturbation."
"I guess...I understand that a little bit now," Elliot says, still staring down at his half-hard cock.
"Think of it like training," Dr. Sarah adds, entering the room with a fluffy, cum-stained towel draped over her shoulder. "By denying yourself the full release, you're essentially building endurance. Like a muscle that needs to be strengthened," Sarah explained, tossing the towel to the pool of ejaculate on the rug "Every time you endure a ruined orgasm, you're training your body to withstand the pleasurable tension and prolonging your enjoyment."
Emma nodded in agreement, her gaze locked on Elliot's face. "And as you practice this technique, you'll become more adept at controlling your ejaculation, ultimately leading to a deeper and more fulfilling sexual experience," she added, her voice low and seductive.
Elliot took a deep breath, still processing the information. His cock twitched involuntarily while looking at Dr. Sarah's cum covered nightgown, a reminder of the explosive encounter they'd shared.
"Now," Sarah chimed in, her voice soft yet assertive, "we should talk about boundaries and consent." She looked directly at Elliot, making sure he understood the importance of the conversation. "In any sexual situation, consent is paramount. No matter how exciting or provocative an idea may seem, it's essential to ensure everyone involved is comfortable and willing."
Dr. Emma nodded in agreement, her expression serious. "Yes, Elliot, please remember that consent is non-negotiable. We will never push you beyond your comfort zone," Emma reassured him, placing a gentle hand on his knee. "Whatever fantasies or ideas come up, we will only explore them if everyone involved enthusiastically agrees."
Elliot nodded, his gaze flickering between Sarah and Emma. "Understood," he murmured, his voice hushed. "I promise to respect everyone's boundaries."
"And we shall do the same," Dr. Emma states firmly, reassuring Elliot as she intertwines her fingers with Sarah's "doing everything we can to make it enjoyable and fulfilling for you."
Elliot let out a quiet sigh of relief, feeling grateful for their understanding and compassion. "Thank you. I appreciate that," he murmured.
With the discussion of consent and boundaries settled, Dr. Emma, with her pussy still aching for satisfaction, felt the atmosphere in the room change. The electricity between the three of them seemed to crackle, and she knew that they were all thinking about the possibilities that lay ahead.
Emma felt a surge of confidence, her pussy yearning for attention, and she decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Elliot," she said softly, her voice dripping with sensuality, "Would you like to join us in a more intimate exploration of your sexuality?"
Elliot's eyes widened, as he still sits naked on the sofa. He covers his cock, as he feels it begin to stiffen yet again. "Uh, yes," he stammered, his voice breaking. "I mean, if you think it would help with my problem."
Emma smiled warmly, her heart racing as she leaned closer to him "I think it would be beneficial for all of us," Dr. Emma smirks "And as we stated before, the ruined orgasm you just had should make you last longer.
..but, in order for us to really see the results, we want you to try another exercise. One that will involve us...together."
"How does that work?" Elliot asked cautiously, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
"Well," Emma explained "This is more of a guided exercise. Dr. Sarah and I will guide you towards lasting as long as you can, potentially achieving multiple orgasms."
"Multiple orgasms?" Elliot blurted out incredulously.
"Yes," Emma affirmed "You'll be able to reach the brink of orgasm several times, without actually releasing. However, we will give you permission to finish, after reaching a certain amount of built-up tension."
"How many times am I supposed to achieve these near-orgasm experiences?" Elliot asked, his cock visibly stiffening beneath his hand.
"As many times as possible," Sarah answered, her voice hushed and enticing. "The more you can edge yourself, the better you'll become at controlling your ejaculation."
"Okay," Elliot responded, his voice quavering with anticipation. "Let's do this."
Dr. Emma gazed into Elliot's eyes, her pulse quickening. She wanted to show him how strong she was, how she could handle anything he threw at her. And she wanted to prove that she was the best physician/therapist he'd ever met.
"For this exercise," Dr. Emma started, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "we'll engage in a round of mutual masturbation. We'll stimulate ourselves while watching you stroke your cock, sitting naked together side by side on the couch."
Emma paused, letting her words sink in. "Are you ready for this, Elliot?"
Elliot swallowed hard, as he moved his hands to his sides, his cock bobbing against his stomach. "Yes," he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "I'm ready."
Emma then reached for the remote on the side table, deciding that 'Primal Sex White Noise', the selection she had cued up on YouTube earlier, would be the perfect accompaniment to both of the doctor's erotic striptease.
She presses 'Play'.
Emma and Sarah exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts pounding in sync, as the rhythmic distant drums began pounding through the sound bar. Emma reached down and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy bra and toned midriff.
Sarah followed suit, slipping off her nightgown to reveal her stunning curves. Her firm breasts, topped with pink nipples, stood proudly against her taut belly and toned legs. She flashed a mischievous grin at Elliot, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ready to play, big boy?" she teased, running her hands down her body, tracing the lines of her curves.
Elliot's eyes widened, his cock twitching in response to the sight of the two women undressing. He cleared his throat, swallowing nervously. "Y-yes," he stuttered, his voice cracking.
Both women, already pantie-less, turned around with their bare backsides towards Elliot, beginning to slowly twirl their firm asses to the rhythm of the tribal drums.
Emma grabs her ponytail, and removes her hair tie, sending a wave of glossy brunette hair cascading down her glistening back.
Emma and Sarah then took turns bending over, teasing Elliot by showing off their shimmering vaginas, while he sat with his cock standing upwards, a trail of precum already dripping down the shaft. The trio became a mesmerizing dance of flesh and lust, driven by the hypnotic beats of the music.
Emma's breathing grew heavier; the scent of her arousal filled the air. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with each twist and turn. Feeling daring, she reached from behind Sarah and grabbed her left breast, cupping it seductively, then kissed her back as she gave Sarah a quick teasing pinch on her rock hard nipple.
Sarah's body quivers as she turns around, grabbing Emma softly on her shoulders, to spin her around and undo her bra strap.
With a swift motion, the bra falls away, revealing Emma's luscious breasts and erect nipples. Sarah kisses Emma passionately, their bodies pressed tightly together as they continued dancing, occasionally glancing at Elliot.
Emma slowly pulls away from Sarah, and looks to Elliot "Are we ready to begin this next exercise?" her voice a velvety whisper.
"Yes please." Elliot replied, fully entranced, as he shifts his position to the center cushion on the couch.
Emma and Sarah slowly walk over, and sit down on the cushions beside him. Each woman lifts one leg over Elliot's lap, straddling him, pulling his legs apart, and crossing their ankles on opposite sides. Emma rests her arm on his shoulder, while Sarah places her left hand on his upper thigh.
"Alright," Emma whispers, her voice like silk brushing against his ear, "We're going to start by massaging our pussies, and watch as you stroke your cock. Just follow along with us, and try to match our pace."
The three of them begin to caress their genitals, their movements slow and deliberate.
Emma, with a practiced ease, gently rubbed her swollen clitoris, her fingertips barely grazing the sensitive bud. She arched her back slightly, savoring the exquisite sensation.
Sarah mirrored Emma's movements, her fingers lightly tracing the outer lips of her pussy. She allowed her middle finger to slip inside, exploring the warmth and wetness within, and moaning softly.
Elliot watched, transfixed, as the two women pleasured themselves. He matched their pace, gripping his erect cock firmly, pumping it slowly up and down.
The smooth, veiny surface slipped effortlessly through his fingers, the heat of his erection radiating outward. Emma and Sarah stared intently at his cock, their faces contorted into expressions of fascination and lust.
"How does it feel for you, Elliot?" Emma asked, her voice a soft murmur. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes," Elliot replied, his voice quavering. "It feels amazing."
"Good," Emma cooed, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts brushed against his chest. "We're all enjoying this, aren't we?"
Elliot nodded, his grip tightening around his cock. "Yeah," he mumbled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm definitely enjoying this."
Sarah reached out, her fingers trailing down Elliot's inner thigh. "Why don't you get a little more comfortable, sweetheart?" she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Why don't you touch us?"
Elliot hesitated, his cock throbbing beneath his grasp.
He stole a glance at Emma's torso, her luscious breasts rising and falling with each breath. He then turned his gaze to Sarah, admiring her supple breasts and firm abdomen.
"Go ahead, Elliot," Emma encouraged, her voice a soft whisper. "Touch us. Explore us."
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. Slowly, he reached out, his trembling fingers brushing against Sarah's inner thigh. She gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat. As Elliot's fingers began slowly sliding towards her crevice.
"Oh, God," she mumbled, her voice trembling. "Please, don't stop."
"I won't," Elliot vowed, his voice steady and determined. With every stroke, he imagined the weight of the world dissolving, replaced by the intoxicating scent of sex and the sounds of their combined pleasure. Their bodies, writhing and twisting, merged into a single entity, fueled by the flames of desire that burned brighter with each passing second.
Emma groaned deeply, her voice echoing like a lover's lament.
She slid her fingers lower, probing the moist folds of her pussy, teasing the entrance to her deepest recesses. Her motions became more urgent, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I want to feel you inside me."
Elliot's breath caught in his throat at the thought of being inside Emma. He shifted restlessly in his seat, his cock swelling impossibly larger.
Sarah reached out, her slender fingers wrapping around his erection and guiding it toward the open space between his thighs. With a sense of urgency, she urged him to press it against his inner thigh, mimicking the movement of his strokes, he began thrusting is big cock between his hand and thigh. His hips and the small of his back, ever curving like waves, sliding his long erection forwards and backwards, as his buttocks slid upon the soft, almost silky couch cushion.
"Just like that, baby," Sarah breathed, her voice a sultry whisper. "Pump it. Harder."
Elliot gritted his teeth, his cock throbbing in his grip. He pumped himself vigorously, matching the tempo set by the women on either side of him. He could feel the pressure building, threatening to overwhelm him, as his precum began to lubricate his thrusts against his thigh.
Emma could sense that he was getting close to the edge "Let us know if it's too much, Elliot. We don't want you cumming yet." Emma whispered softly, with a teasing sexy tone.
"Just hold on, honey," Sarah echoed, her voice heavy with lust. "Keep going."
They inched closer to their climaxes, feeling the delicious burn of arousal course through their veins. Every nerve ending was alive with anticipation, every throb of lust more potent than the last.
Soon she noticed Elliot's breathing becoming labored, his movements frantic. She reached over and squeezed his cock, applying just enough pressure to keep him on the brink, but not quite there.
"Take it easy, big guy," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his fevered nerves. "Don't rush this. There's no hurry."
He nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The scent of the Doctors' juices hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of sweat and dried semen. The rhythmic thrum of the tribal drums beat steadily, driving them deeper into their frenzy.
"Look at me, Elliot," Emma murmured, her voice a velvety command. "Watch me touch myself." Emma commanded, her voice firm and confident. She reached down and ran her fingers over her slick labia, teasing the entrance to her tight, wet hole. She moaned softly, her voice a sultry whisper. "Feel my arousal."
Sarah joined in, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on her own pussy. "Watch me, Elliot," she purred, her voice heavy with lust. "See how wet I am for you."
Elliot watched, entranced, as the two women pleasured themselves. He gripped his cock harder, pumping it faster and faster.
The friction sent a shudder down his spine, and he moaned loudly, his voice blending with the pulsating rhythms of the drums. Emma and Sarah continued to stroke their pussies, their fingers moving in fluid, practiced motions. They gazed at him, their eyes shining with anticipation and desire.
"Do you like what you see, Elliot?" Emma purred, her voice a husky whisper. "Tell us how it makes you feel."
"It feels fucking amazing," Elliot replied, his voice quivering. "I want it so bad!" He grunted, with primal desire. His body shaking with pent-up energy that demanded release. The atmosphere was thickened with the purest humid lust, and the rhythmic drumbeat seemed to resonate through their bones.
Emma and Sarah couldn't resist the temptation any longer. They reached out to pull his arms, their fingers intertwining with Elliot's, guiding both of his hands away from his cock, and towards their waiting pussies.
His palms met their soft, wet flesh, and he gasped, his cock now twitching violently. Emma and Sarah moaned softly, their voices blending with the pulsing drums.
Their movements became more frantic. They both gripped their hands tightly around Elliot's elbows and biceps, as their hips began thrusting in circles, grinding down Elliot's hands between the cushion and their vulvas until his fingers finally found purchase, sliding inbetween their slippery lips.
"Mmm...oh fuck!" Sarah cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure. "That feels so good."
"You're doing great, Elliot," Emma murmured, as Elliot finally tilted his fingers tall enough to penetrate her pussy.
Dr. Emma started bouncing harder, and harder, trying to gain every millimeter that Elliot's fingers had to offer. Her vaginal muscles contracted around his fingers, sucking them in deeper, harder, and faster. She moaned again, louder, the noise reverberating around the small apartment. "Ohhh, fuck yeah," she growled, her voice rough with lust. Each word was punctuated by the slap of her wet pussy against Elliot's open palm.
The heat and moisture made his fingers glide seamlessly in and out of her core.
"Ohh, shit, Elliot," Emma groaned, her grip tightening around his wrist. "Harder, baby! Harder"
Elliot complied with a forceful thrust, wiggling his fingers inside of her, causing Emma to cry out in ecstasy.
"Ahh, fuck, yes!" she screamed, as the force of her orgasmic contractions, quickly propelled Elliot's fingers out of her, sending a gushing waterfall of cum, splashing onto Elliot's palm.
"Oh, God," Elliot muttered, his voice trembling. "I didn't expect that!" He said with a wide-eyed smile.
"You're not the only one who makes a mess when they cum." Emma said, giggling and panting, as remnants of her juices dripped on Elliot's hand. "There," she says as she places his hand back onto his swollen erection "Now you have some homemade lubricant. Go ahead and use it!" she says with a playful and enticing smile.
Elliot exhales, still unable to comprehend the reality he now finds himself in. His fantasies, manifested. Even better than he'd imagined.
As he reaches down to apply Dr. Emma's cum onto his engorged cock, now pressed up against his stomach, Emma lightly touches his chin, turning his head back to meet her gaze "Would like me to, assist you, with getting you to your next ruined orgasm?" Emma raising her eyebrow.
Elliot gulps nervously, "You--You're going to stroke it for me?"
Emma nods, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes," she says confidently, "I want to help you edge even further, but I can only do this with your explicit consent." She says insistently.
Elliot, face flushed with pink, thinking of all that may possibly unfold, and twinging with desire, courageously mutters "You guys are the Doctors here. I trust you, both, wholly and completely. I--I want you both... I want you both to do, whatever you need to do with me." Elliot, now completely fueled by desire "I know this is...therapy, so I give you my total and complete consent." He takes it one step further "I want you, to touch me, fuck me, use me, anything to get me better, but also, to please you both. You guys are the best fucking Doctors I could've ever hoped for." Elliot says with immense gratitude and want, his eyes locked intensely with Dr. Emma's, as he surrendered his full trust to her, and Dr. Sarah.
Emma gazed at him with a satisfied intensity, her eyes sparkling with a mix of gratitude and hunger. "I promise," she whispered. "We'll do everything in our power to cure you and satisfy your needs. We're gonna pull out all the stops." Emma gently places her hand on his pulsating erection, as Dr. Sarah then slides her delicate, slender fingertips alongside Emma's wrist, creating a gentle sandwich effect around Elliot's rigid member.
The sensation of the two sets of feminine hands working in unison sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through Elliot's veins. His cock swelled even larger beneath their tender ministrations, pulsing with an almost electric intensity.
"Ohh...fuuuck," Elliot groaned as he gazes upon his cock in disbelief, his voice strained and desperate. "This feels so fucking good."
The pair of doctors' hearts begin pounding in unison. They could sense the mounting tension, the unspoken anticipation hanging in the air like a tangible force.
"See, Elliot?" Says the very sweaty and beautifully naked Dr. Emma, as she strokes his cock "You're already lasting so much longer! It appears that this might be working!" Emma encourages Elliot, as she looks to Dr. Sarah. "I'm gonna get a bit more comfortable." she says, as she pulls her knees back together, slides down the sofa cushion and onto the floor. Emma then begins to slowly crawl on all-fours, making sure she arches her back to expose her pussy, as Sarah continues stroking him. She then makes her way around the chair across from the sofa, and seductively heads towards Elliot's loins, as she slowly reminds him "Don't forget...to tell us..." She gets up on her knees, and playfully shoos Sarah's hand away "...if you're...about..." Wraps both hands around his cock "...to cum." Then slowly slides her warm wet mouth down his tip, to the middle of his shaft.
She sucks on it softly, before taking it deeper, gagging slightly, as she tries to go past her tonsils. Her eyes water, and saliva leaks out the corners of her mouth, as she begins to work her jaw in a sensual rhythm.
Elliot and Sarah, watch with absolute amazement.
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