From Craving Cigs to Craving Cock Chapter 3: Genital Fixation
For my third appointment with Mister Anderson, I worked out beforehand, and was nearly late because I asked for some time in room 4 from Willa. She was so great.
I waved at Rebecca and jogged up the stairs, trying to not think about the wet spot in my yoga pants.
Mister Anderson was waiting for me, eyes as intense as ever. "Do you have anything that's worrying you?" He asked as I entered. I sighed with relief. Here I was, struggling to explain what was going on, and Mister Anderson just came out and asked how I was doing. I was so happy I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
"I'm just so horny, all the time Mister Anderson," I said. "I keep jerking off, but it doesn't seem to help."
He hummed for a moment, then asked me to stand up and take it out for him. I dropped my yoga pants and panties and showed him my little cock.
"Well, that could be it," he said, and lifted the red disc. "Now put that pathetic thing away, I have a solution."
I nodded, glad to put away my pathetic little cock.
"You're seeking pleasure in the wrong areas," he explained. "Mindlessly jerking off and self pleasuring is not the path to health. Don't you want to be healthy?"
I nodded eagerly.
"Good," he said. "I have an idea that might help you, but first let's begin our session." He picked up the disc and my eyes focused on it even as my brain fogged up.
I came back with a snap as I sat in the chair. My jaw and neck ached a bit, and I must not have cleaned my mouth out very well after the gym because I still tasted cum. I flushed as I discovered I was openly stroking my little cocklette.
"Now," he said as he put the disc away. "You may give yourself one more orgasm when you get home, or you may ask Rebecca for one. She will, I am sure, require you to owe her a favor."
I nodded, unable to keep my hand off my dicklette. I stood, thanked him, and left.
Downstairs, Rebecca was in the middle of reading a big, leather bound book. She smiled at me as I came down the stairs, and laughed as my hand still rubbed my crotch. "Oh, you're a helpless little horny slut aren't you?"
That sealed it. "Rebecca, Mister Anderson said you might be able to help me?" I asked.
"I can," she said, still smiling like a cat playing with a small bird. "But I have some conditions, and you will owe me one favor."
I nodded. "Ok." She said brightly. "Come over here,"
She got out from behind the counter and moved through the cluttered shop to one corner, where a series of small altars were arrayed.
"Now," she took a small leather bound book from her robe. "Just sign here," she pointed to an empty space at the bottom of a page. My eyes fell on the other names on the page, most of them with a small mark next to them. It looked like a circle with a line through one side