My grandmother had just passed away, I had recently changed jobs and was under a lot of stress working 75-80 hours a week and I hadnât been with a woman in quite some time. I was depressed. I was 25 years old and I felt like my life was over. I wanted to die. Fortunately, my friends and family noticed what was going on and got me some help. Help came in the form of the beautiful and sexy Dr. Bank. God was she gorgeous. Iâll never forget the first day I walked into her office. My spirits were lifted almost immediately.
âSo what seems to be the problem today?â
âI donât know. I just feel like I no longer have a reason to live.â
âThatâs so sad. Why do you feel like that? From what I can see from here, you have a lot going for you. Youâre quite good looking. Do you workout?â
âYeah, I workout. But it doesnât do me any good. Iâve lost all interest in sex.â
Even as I said this, I couldnât help but notice that Dr. Bank had very large, perfectly shaped breasts. She was wearing a tight blouse that accentuated their fullness and shapeliness. She was a thin woman. Mid 30s. Curly dark brown hair that was partially draped over her shoulder, ending just above her nipples.
âOh, thatâs a sign of a major depression. We need to get you on some medication right away.â
After discussing the different drugs available and the potential side effects, we decided to go with Effexor.
âNow, this drug can have some sexual side effects. So you be sure to call me right away if you notice anything different.â
âThanks, doctor. Iâm feeling better already,â I said as I left her office. As I turned to close the door behind me, I spotted her therapy couch. It looked quite comfortable and I couldnât help but think how much Iâd enjoy fucking Dr. Bank on it one day.
About a month went by and the Effexor appeared to be working. I was starting to feel much better and found myself regaining interest in sex. I started fantasizing almost everyday about Dr. Bank. But then I made a horrible and extremely scary discovery. I couldnât come. Not a drop. I could get as erect as a 2x4 but I couldnât discharge any of my manly fluids. After a few very scary minutes, I remembered that Dr. Bank had warned me about this. I called her office immediately and made an appointment for the next morning.
I arrived at Dr. Bankâs office before her receptionist. Dr. Bank was just putting on a pot of coffee as I walked in. She had her back turned to me and I couldnât help but stare at her lovely ass. She dropped a napkin on the floor and as she bent over at the waist to pick it up, her skirt rode up on her ass a little, exposing enough of her flesh to get me immediately erect.
âGood morning, Dr. Bank,â I called.
I startled her and she jumped a little. She turned towards me and clasped her hand across her large chest.
âOh, good morning,â she replied. âYou gave me quite a fright just then.â
âIâm sorry. Am I early?â, I asked. âShould I leave and come back?â
âOh no, donât be silly. Sally, my receptionist called in sick. So Iâm just a little razzed this morning. Come on in into my private office so we can talk.â
I followed her lead. At the time, I couldnât be certain but I could have sworn she wiggled her ass at me. What happened next would prove that she had much more than wiggling her ass in store for me.
âSo, you said on the phone that youâve been experiencing some side effects. Can you describe for me exactly what happened?â
âWell, Iâm not exactly sure how to say this. Itâs quite embarrassing. But I canâtâŠummâŠ. Ejaculate.â
âHmmm, quite interesting. How long have you been on the medicine?â
âAbout a month.â
âAnd when did you first notice the problem?â
âYesterday. I called your office right away. I was very scared.â
âUnderstandably so. And were you with a woman when this happened?â
âNo. I donât have a girlfriend. I wasâŠummâŠ. Pleasuring myself.â
âYou were masturbating? Is that what youâre trying to tell me?â
âYes.â
âAnd this had never happened before?â
âNo.â
âWell, it certainly could be the medicine. But we usually like to see more than just one occurrence of the side effect before we starting altering the medication regiment. Especially when talking about masturbation, it could have been any number of factors. You could have been preoccupied, it may have been too hot or too cold in the room, or maybe what you were fantasizing about just wasnât enough to get you off.â
âOh, that definitely wasnât the problem.â
God, just hearing her talk about masturbation was making me horny.
âWould you mind masturbating for me now?â
Stunned, I replied, âIâm sorry?â
âMasturbate for me so I can make a better diagnosis of the situation.â
âRight here and now? In front of you?â
âIf you donât mind. I really need to closely monitor the situation personally in order to rule out any other causes. I have some Playboys and maybe a Penthouse or two if youâd like.â
âYes. That would be great.â
She opened up one of her desk drawers and pulled out an obviously well-read copy of the March 1999 Playboy.
âHere. This is one of my favorite issues. The centerfold has an absolutely gorgeous body.â
I unzipped my jeans and dropped them and my underwear down to my ankles. I was naked from the waist down. I thought I heard Dr. Bank gasp but when I looked up she appeared to be composed and acting very professionally.
âGo ahead, whenever you are ready.â
I started flipping through the pages, looking at the pictures and reading some of the cartoons. But my mind was obviously distracted and it was hard to concentrate. Here I was about to masturbate in front of this gorgeous woman. But her only interest in me was for medical evaluation. I started stroking my cock, slowly but rhythmically. But I couldnât get erect. I was too freaked out about what I was doing.
âAre you not capable of getting an erection?â
âNo. I can get erect. At least I could yesterday. Iâm just a bit nervous, I guess.â
âThereâs no need for that. Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you?â
âWell, you could leave the room,â I deadpanned.
âNo. Sorry. I need to watch. But here, letâs see if this doesnât help âput you in the moodâ.â
She started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly. She unbuttoned the top four buttons and pulled her shirt open. I could see she was wearing a black lace bra. Her tits were fighting to break free of the constraints. I prayed that they would win their battle.
âDoes that help?â
Unable to speak, I nodded my head slowly. I picked up the pace with which I stroked my cock. Finally, it started to come alive and began to grow as my hand pumped up and down at a faster and faster pace.
âOh, progress. So good to see. Would you like some more help?â
âOh yeah,â I grunted. But Iâm not sure if it was in response to her question or a verbalization of the immense pleasure I was feeling.