"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.