During the debrief, Dr Kaur asked a lot of questions about those final two clips, trying to understand what it was about them that turned me on. After some back and forth with her, I realized that what turned me on about the sleeping scene was the way it was all about the woman’s pleasure. It was the exact opposite of your typical porn video. In that clip, the woman didn’t care about the man’s pleasure. She initiated the encounter solely to get herself off and the man was just a means to an end, a tool, no different than a dildo. And I found that different and sexy.
As for the incest clip, I realized (to my relief) that what turned me on about it wasn’t the mother/son angle, but the fact that the “mother” was so turned on that she eventually allowed the encounter to occur, despite knowing it was wrong. Her lust overcame her judgment. In the heat of the moment, she wanted to fuck so badly that she was able to push all the consequences out of her mind. That was sexy.
SESSION 4 (DAY 8)
The following Monday I showed up expecting things to proceed much as they had the first three sessions. But I was wrong. After hooking up the sensors, Dr. Kaur didn’t leave the room. Instead, she pressed the button to activate the TV, and then she took a seat on the far side of the couch, clipboard in hand. Seeing the look of confusion on my face, she spoke up, “Dr. Snyder told you at the outset that this study would involve direct observation. Today, that’s my job. To be in the room with you. To observe you and take notes. Otherwise, your task is the same. I’ll be silent.”
I swallowed. This was going to be awkward. I turned to the display and tried to focus on the first clip. It was a good one, a beautiful asian girl giving an oily fully body massage, but I was distracted and had trouble concentrating. I skipped to the next clip. This one was even hotter, a passionate threesome. After watching it for a minute, I finally felt my cock begin to stir. I reached under my gown and began to stroke it, trying my hardest to pretend that I was alone in the room.
But then a funny thing began to happen. The more turned on I got by the videos – and they were all fantastic – the less I cared that I was being watched. By the 25 minute mark, I had taken off the gown entirely, as I’d done in the prior two sessions, and applied a generous amount of the massage oil to my cock. Occasionally, I’d glance at Dr. Kaur, but her expression was stoic; she had her poker face on.
At around the 35 minute mark, a clip came on that featured a woman who looked so much like Dr. Kaur that I couldn’t help but look over to my left to compare her to the real thing. It wasn’t her, sadly, but as the actress unbuttoned her shirt, it was impossible not to picture Dr. Kaur doing the same. Before long, the actress was on all fours, getting aggressively fucked from behind. When the scene ended with a cum shot across her back, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stood as my orgasm washed over me, and as I shot my load across the floor, I turned and looked directly at Dr. Kaur. For just a moment, almost imperceptibly, her poker face cracked. I heard her draw in her breath, just a little, as she watch me ejaculate. But her composure returned almost immediately.
She wrote something down on her clipboard and then finally spoke. “Because I observed you today, Dr. Carter will be doing your debrief.” With that, she stood up and stepped out the door, leaving me naked and holding my cock.
Eventually Dr. Carter came to retrieve me for the debrief. She was a short woman with straight, dishwater blonde hair, attractive in a plain sort of way. After the standard questions about whether I’d abstained from sexual contact between sessions, her questioning focused almost entirely on Dr. Kaur. She asked me how Dr. Kaur behaved during the session, whether she spoke to me, what she said, whether she made any physical contact with me. I answered truthfully. Then she asked me whether I looked at Dr. Kaur while I was masturbating, whether I thought about her, whether I tried to picture her naked. As I was answering her questions, it occurred to me that it probably wasn’t a coincidence that one of the actresses in the videos looked just like Dr. Kaur. It must have been part of the experiment, a way to get me fantasizing about the person observing me. It worked. And I was honest about it with Dr. Carter.
SESSION 5 (DAY 10)
The fifth session began much like the fourth. Dr. Kaur took a seat on the other end of the couch and told me that she would again be observing me. Unlike the prior session, however, the awkwardness was largely gone. Having already ejaculated in front of this woman, there wasn’t any need for modesty, so I quickly ditched the gown as soon as the videos started.
By the 10 minute mark, it was clear to me that Dr. Kaur was playing things differently than she had before. Her poker face was gone. Whenever I glanced over at her, she smiled back at me. Nothing flirtatious, just friendly, but very different than before. She also had her lab coat unbuttoned, under which she wore a bright red blouse. When I looked over, I could see a little of her breasts through the gap between the buttons on her blouse. As the session continued, I began to fantasize about Dr. Kaur again and tried to steal glimpses of her breasts more frequently, with less and less subtlety.
Eventually, around the 30 minute mark, she broke the silence.”Do you want me to make it easier for you?”
I was so jarred by hearing her voice, that I froze, letting go of my erection. After an awkward pause, I finally stammered, “w-what do you mean?”
“I mean, if you’re going to keep staring at my breasts, I can make it easier for you.” Without waiting for a response, she put down her clipboard and stood up to take off her lab coat. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, starting from the bottom and working her way up. By this time, I was back to stroking my cock but still in disbelief about what was happening. When she undid the last button, the tight blouse burst open, revealing a set of large round breasts encased in a white bra made of very thin material. The form of her protruding nipples was easy to make out through the thin fabric. After shaking off the blouse, she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the bra, and with one more quick motion, the bra was off and thrown to the floor with her coat and blouse. Her breasts were magnificent, better than any I’d seen before in real life, so dark and round and perfect.
Naked now from the waist up, wearing nothing but a knee length black skirt, Dr. Kaur sat back down on the couch, as I continued to stroke my cock just three feet to her right. I heard the sounds of sex coming from the monitor, but I was paying no attention to what was on the screen. My attention was entirely on Dr. Kaur and her breasts. I imagined myself coming all over them, and that thought pushed me right over the edge. A few seconds later, ropes of cum came shooting out of my cock. Most of it landed on the couch or floor, but a few drops landed on Dr. Kaur’s right leg, just below the knee. She noticed, but didn’t seem to mind.
She smiled at me as she stood to gather her clothes, using a tissue to wipe the cum off her leg. She finished dressing before I did and left the room without a word.