Exposure Therapy

"Dr. Kelly, your next appointment is here"

"Thanks Jessie, send him in"

Dr. Jasmine Kelly, MD in sexual health and fertility, brings up the file for her impending patient; Frank Waters, 18 years old, suffering from premature ejaculation. Frowning at the screen, Jasmine considers the file. Frank was referred to her by Dr. Ted Fernstrom, a genius in the field, and she was surprised to have him refer a patient to her. At just 30 years of age, she was only getting her practice started and was sceptical that this case could have anything that she could help with that Dr. Fernstrom couldn't handle himself. However, collaborating with the esteemed Dr. Fernstrom could only help her career, even if there were rumblings of ethical issues behind some of his work.

Frank Waters enters her office and Jasmine directs him to sit, giving him her best reassuring smile. Young adults of his age (and especially men) were often nervous coming to her for help, given the nature of her practice and she always tried to put them at ease. Frank was tall and skinny, with a mop of overgrown blond-brown hair than could do with a trim. Jasmine guessed his first girlfriend had brought the issue to light and felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy. Sexuality was a difficulty enough journey at this age, without something as confidence destroying as premature ejaculation causing problems.

Frank outlined the nature of his issues; when getting intimate with his lady friend, he could only last a matter of seconds post-penetration before he came. Sometimes he didn't even get that far, ejaculating during foreplay or even without contact at all. He had tried masturbating shortly before sex, but that only helped a little, and wasn't always practical. Frank kept his eyes down during this recap, clearly mortified at having to tell a female doctor about this issue.

"I went to see Dr. Fernstrum about it and said he was recommending an experimental new treatment for my problem. He said you were best equipped to administer this and told me to give you this". Frank offered her what looked like a handwritten letter.

Jasmine frowned once again at the mention of the referral. Dr. Fernstrom's email had said nothing about a new treatment. And she had no idea why she, in particular, would be best placed to administer it. Taking the note, Jasmine squinted to read her colleague's handwriting. While there was a lot of truth in the stereotype about doctor's handwriting, this guy's took the biscuit. It looked more like a jumble of arcane ruins, rather than real handwriting. Jasmine concentrated entirely on the page, letting everything else fade away. The page became the entire centre of her being, while she absorbed the message directly into her consciousness.

The letter outlined Dr. Fernstrom's proposed new treatment, a form of exposure therapy to treat, and possibly even cure, premature ejaculation. Exposure therapy is a common treatment for phobias and anxieties. It involves exposing the patient to increasing doses of their fear in a safe setting, with the effect of gradually increasing their tolerance to said fear. Dr. Fernstom proposed to apply the same principle to premature ejaculation; expose the patient to increasingly sexually stimulating activities. Hypothetically, this could increase the patients staying power to the point of enjoying sex for a healthy amount of time. The letter emphasised the numerous benefits of Jasmine's participation in this project. The chance to give a young man a healthy sex life was obviously the most important outcome. As a doctor, she had a responsibility to help Frank and it should be her number one priority. This project also had the wider outcome of helping thousands of men suffering the same problems. Professionally, this project would accelerate her career trajectory massively. She would be known worldwide for her ground-breaking work with the respected Dr. Fernstrom. Finally, the letter told her that it is perfectly natural to become aroused during the treatment. In fact, in order to recreate an authentic sexually stimulating environment for the patient it would be ideal if she did.

Jasmine finally put the letter down, feeling a little lightheaded. However, she was also elated. What an opportunity! She now realised why Dr. Fernstrom had referred the patient to her. This treatment would require an expert on sexual health who was also attractive to the patient in order to elicit the required response. Jasmine could definitely provide both of those qualities. Born of an Irish father and a Persian mother, Jasmine got her looks from the latter. Her skin was a light brown all over, and with long black hair and deep brown eyes she had an exotic look that always attracted attention. Her figure was slim and petite, standing only 5' 3", which only emphasised her large breasts even more. She was accustomed to men trying to chat her up, particularly at medical conferences (Had Dr. Fernstrom tried? She couldn't remember). She turned them all down of course, she was married and truly in love with her husband. But using her body for medical purposes like this was completely different and obviously ok. Naturally, she couldn't tell her husband about it, for confidentiality reasons.

She glanced at the clock and noticed 15 minutes had gone by while she had been staring at Dr. Fernstrom's letter. She smiled at Frank, who hadn't said anything and looked as nervous as ever. "Apologies, there was... a lot to take in. Has Dr. Fernstrom outlined the treatment to you?" Frank nodded, unable to meet her eyes "He said you would take care of me". Pride swelled in Jasmine, this is what being a doctor was all about. "I will Frank, don't you worry".

Jasmine stood up behind her desk and began removing her lab coat. "I'm going to need you to remove your pants, Frank". The nature of the treatment required starting with a low level of sexual stimulation. She would begin by showing her body to Frank, sensually teasing him and observing his reaction. This would provide a baseline for the work going forward.

Frank finished removing his pants and boxer shorts and sat looking at her, his cock already half hard. Jasmine looked into his eyes and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. Frank's eyes were glued to her chest as her cleavage came into view. She slowly let the blouse fall to the ground and stepped round to Frank's side of the desk, eyes still locked on his. Frank was fully hard now, 7 inches long and thick, standing straight up as he lounged in the chair. Jasmine felt the first twinges of arousal in her pussy (All part of the treatment). Turning her back to Frank, she undid her skirt, her ass presented for his appreciation. Stepping out of the skirt, now the discarded on the floor with her blouse, Jasmine turned to Frank in her bra and panties. He was breathing heavily now, pre-cum beginning to seep from the swollen head of his cock. She unclipped her bra and draped it over his shoulder, eliciting a small whine from Frank. He looked at breaking point now. Cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, Jasmine began to slowly step towards him. Her hand began to slide towards her panties, the last item of clothing left on her...

At this point, Frank exploded. He moaned softly as it showered onto his legs and floor. Handing him a box of tissues, Jasmine picked up her notepad and began scribbling notes, still mostly naked. This poor boy definitely needed her help, she didn't even have to touch him to bring him to orgasm. This would require regular appointments, 3 days a week, for frequent exposure to build up his tolerance. He was a bad case, but she was determined to help him. As she put her bra back on, she still felt vaguely horny.

(3 weeks later)

Jasmine was reviewing her notes on Frank Waters before he was due for his next appointment. He was slowly making progress, which thrilled her. There was real hope for this treatment and she was fully justifying Dr. Fernstom's faith in her. It had taken another 2 sessions before she could even touch him before he came on himself. Even that first time involved only a few light strokes of his cock before he exploded onto her hand.

Since though, he had improved. He could now last 5 minutes of a handjob. She had fully embraced the role of the sultry seductress, slowly stripping at the start of each session, ensuring he was fully hard by the time she got to him. She would thrust out her tits, encouraging him to shoot his load onto her substantial rack. She talked dirty to him; she was his little Persian sex slave, she would do anything for him, she was addicted his cum. This came so naturally to her, she almost felt like she meant it. With each session, as he lasted a little longer, she talked a little dirtier and stroked a little more vigorously. After the last treatment, she had snuck a little bit of his cum from her tits into her mouth, she wasn't even surprised at how good it tasted.

At first she was a little concerned at how horny she was after these sessions. She found herself jumping her husband as soon as she got home those evenings. He was far too appreciative to question why. One evening, her husband working late and half a bottle of wine already gone, she found her fingers slipping down towards her slit, which had remained stubbornly wet since she had coaxed that wonderful cum out of Frank's cock earlier that evening. As she slipped two fingers into an unashamedly soaking snatch, it was Franks cock she envisioned, swollen and leaking pre-cum as she gently stroked it. He was bigger than her husband and she began to imagine the pleasure it would give when she improved his staying power. The final step in the program would obviously involve Frank fucking her, and she hoped it wasn't unprofessional of her to be looking forward to it so much. She finally got off, 3 fingers buried deep inside herself, screaming her patient's name.

All of this, patient improvement and her own changes, we recorded in detail in her notes. A second near-illegible handwritten note from Dr. Fernstrom has arrived this week, explaining the need for detailed record keeping for the integrity of the project. Any changes in her own behaviour were to be included as they were entirely relevant to success of the treatment, were they to seek approval to treat more patients. Dr. Fernstrom had even suggested recording the sessions on video so he could analyse them in detail. He reminded her that this was all for the good of the patient, and that enjoying her work was just a sign that she was a natural doctor.

The letter had left her in another daze, but she couldn't disagree with it. As such, the recording equipment was ready to go for the next session, which a knock at the door told her was about to begin.

Frank walked in and Jasmine immediately felt her snatch begin to moisten. Frank's demeanour had changed drastically since his first visit. Gone was the shy boy, afraid to make eye-contact and instead a confident man strolls in and kisses her deeply. Jasmine reciprocates with enthusiasm, stroking the crotch of his jeans where she can feel him hardening already. She pushes him onto a chair and quickly starts shedding her clothing. Gone are the sensible bras and underpants and instead she reveals her outstanding curves emphasised by a lacy thong and semi-cup bra which does not entirely cover her rock-hard nipples.

Frank's pants are off just as quickly and Jasmine sinks to her knees and reverently begins stroking his member. She begins slowly, fondling his balls with her other hand and enjoying the look of absolute bliss on her patient's face as she slowly increases the tempo. After 10 minutes, her hands slick with pre-cum, Frank is still holding on. Being so close to such a lovely cock, with such sweet smelling cum leaking from its swollen head, has Jasmine drooling. She decides he's ready for the next step.

Looking him dead in the eyes, she stops working him with her hands and slowly licks up the length of his engorged cock, pausing at the top to swirl her tongue around his head. She repeats this around the entirety of his cock, actively seeking out every drop of pre-cum she could find. She then takes him into her mouth, slowly at first, easing it in. She gradually takes more of him down her throat until she eventually takes it all. Usually she struggles with her gag-reflex when going down on her husband, but here she is deep-throating Frank's substantially bigger cock. Something about him just lets her relax more. It doesn't take long for her to recognise Frank is getting close, the twitching of his hips becoming more urgent. She steadfastly increases her speed and is shortly rewarded with a substantial stream of cum filling her mouth, which she gleefully swallows. Frank kisses her passionately again before leaving. The moment he's out the door her hand is inside her panties, fingers working frantically. It's the biggest, most intense orgasm she's ever experienced, and she hopes her secretary didn't hear.

Over the next few weeks, Jasmine finds herself proceeding to the blowjob part of the session as a matter of urgency. The taste of his cock lights something inside of her and when she's not sucking it, she's daydreaming about sucking it. She's given up any pretence of hiding her wanton lust and openly fingers herself as Frank fucks her throat. She tries to time her orgasms with his, moaning around his cock as it spurts into her mouth. Sometimes she changes things up, taking his impressive cock between her equally impressive breasts and gently tit-fucking him to completion, before eagerly scooping the cum from the valley of her cleavage into her mouth.

Eventually, Jasmine takes notice of the time these sessions are taking to complete. While she pays no attention to the clock as she works him (and herself) to ecstasy, when her head is clear afterwards, she notices how much time has gone by. At this point it is clear that Frank's staying power is no longer an issue. The treatment has worked! However, before she can sign off on the study, she needs to complete the final step. Fucking Frank with her pussy. This realisation brings a shiver of delight down her spine.

Jasmine spends the day of Frank's next session in a state of constant arousal, her sopping panties disposed of by lunch time such was the futility of keeping them on. She preferred the feeling of air on her soaked snatch at that stage. She resisted the urge to finger herself in the privacy of her office (as she had many previous times over the course of the treatment) in order to save herself for this momentous occasion. When Frank finally arrives she attempts to maintain her composure, but when he pulls her body into his as body and kisses her deeply, the dam breaks. She sucks his tongue hungerly into her mouth, humping desperately against his leg. She's never wanted a man inside her more in her life.

Jasmine tears herself away from the kiss, and orders Frank (somewhat aggressively) onto the chair, naked, ASAP. Her own clothes are shed swiftly and she approaches Frank with a look of pure naked lust on her face. There's no need for foreplay at this point, Frank is as hard as a rock and she had been ready from the moment she arrived in her office this morning. Without pomp or ceremony, she steps over his legs and lowers herself onto his rod.

His hardness fill Jasmine up gloriously. She's never had a cock like this inside her before and the sensations from her pussy are like nothing she has ever felt before. Sitting on Franks lap, her tits are right in his face and he takes full advantage, sucking and biting on her rock hard nipples. Jasmine pulls his face in into her chest and increases her pace. It doesn't take long before she feels the tell-tale twitching of his cock and she's rewarded with a pussy full of that glorious cum. This sets off her own orgasm as she milks every last drop from his softening cock.

The next few weeks involve Jasmine fucking Frank in as many different positions as she can think over: bent over her desk, on her back on the couch, standing up against the wall. If she could imagine it, she did it. She dressed up in lingerie, in stockings with towering heels, in spandex, in leather, in a naughty nurse's outfit. She acted out different scenarios, from dominant to submissive. Every time Frank came, whether it was in her pussy, on her tits or across her face she was rewarded with her own earth-shattering orgasm. Her reward for helping the patient. She had long since stopped sleeping with her husband, sex with him was so colourless in comparison. She blamed being stressed with work to her frustrated spouse, but the reality was that thought of sex with him left her feeling dry and nauseous.

Eventually, Dr. Fernstom told her the trial was over; she had done everything she could and Frank was completely cured. This left an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she was happy with the good she had done. She had transformed a man who couldn't even look at her naked body to a stud who pleasured her like no man ever had before. Fernstrom informed her that he would drop in personally to her office to discuss the results and the future of the office.

Jasmine sat at her desk, studying Dr. Fernstrom as he gathered his notes together in the seat across from her. He was not an attractive man; short, chubby and fighting a losing battle against hair loss. At 20 years her senior, she absolutely respected his expertise in the area however. His praise for how she conducted the trial left her glowing, the good of the patient was everything.

Fernstrom explained how the project would proceed. One patient was obviously not enough to demonstrate the power the treatment. Fernstrom would recruit more patients for treatment, he would look at getting more female doctors involved, but for the moment she was the primary care-giver. Jasmine nodded along with this, more opportunity to help patients! Fernstrom also explained that any trial such as this would need controls; healthy subjects to undergo the same treatment in order to make an informed comparison. Several of their male colleagues had offered to fulfil this role, and of course, Dr. Fernstrom would participate himself.

As soon as Fermstron said he was involved in the treatment, Jasmine felt her pussy moisten, her nipples harden, her breathing become shallow. She looked at the man across from her with pleading eyes, to which he merely nodded and unzipped his pants. Jasmine fell to her knees and crawled under the desk to his awaiting cock. It was short, but thick, and had a slightly musky odour. Jasmine began bobbing up and down happily, her purpose clear in her mind.

Fernstrom lounged back contentedly, hand on her head guiding her motions. He explained how the best way for her to proceed with the project was. She would close her practice and instead move into his. He had no need for another doctor but she could work as a nurse; he already had a uniform picked out. In this way she could service as many trial participants as possible. Jasmine accepted all this blissfully; all for the good of patients, as is her purpose as doctor (well, nurse now).

Fernstrom gestured for her to stand up and gently bent her over her desk. He hiked her skirt up, her panties down and eased his cock into her sodden pussy. He began artlessly humping her, lacking any rhythm or finesse, but to Jasmine it still felt as glorious as all those sessions with Frank. Shortly he shot his load inside her and she felt that glorious ecstasy she had grown so accustomed to. Looking very pleased, Fernstrom gave her a firm smack on her buttocks and told her he'd see her at his office in the morning.

Cum still dripping out of her pussy, Jasmine began packing up her belongings in her office. She needed to be ready for tomorrow morning.