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Therapy Sessions Become Masturbation Sessions, Part 2

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This is the final part of the story I began at http://www.solotouch.com/story/therapy-sessions-become-masturbation-sessions-part-1-68051. Please read the first part to best understand this part.

At our next session, I told my therapist about a break-up I had with a girlfriend a few years ago. I told her intimate details of our relationship, especially the sex we had. During the next session, I told told about my recent relationship with a man, and about my bisexuality. I told her that I've long switched between gender roles and am satisfied with being either a man for a straight or bisexual woman or a pretended woman for a gay or bisexual man. In both of those sessions, I told her that I have masturbated multiple times a day since I began puberty. She was intrigued. She remained professional and gave me relationship advice and wisdom didn't judge me. She encouraged me to continue masturbating at my frequent pace, because masturbation is therapeutic. At both of those sessions, I became so horny that I had erections that showed though whatever I was wearing. She noticed. At the end of each of those two sessions, she allowed me to go to a toilet that was near her office where I could privately masturbate. I did it there as I thought of her. Her plan was for three more sessions and an optional additional session if she thought it was necessary. It was likely I wouldn't see her again after that and I certainly wouldn't have an opportunity to say anything to her in a situation in which she would be obligated to keep everything we said secret. I was desperate to instigate something sexual between us. I decided to tell her of my desires for her and find if she was interested in me sexually. I thought the worst that could happen was that she would kindly and politely reject me as she would any potential lover and I would again resort to masturbation to satisfy my desires for her. At our next session, she asked if there was anything else I needed to say. I told there was no more emotional stuff I needed to discuss, but there was something I had to get off my chest and it was something I wanted her know before we stopped meeting. As I hesitated she said her ears were open and she wouldn't judge me, whatever it was I had to say. I explained to her what I thought about her. I began with complements about the good she did for me, her demeanor, and her smile. She was thankful for the compliments. I gradually moved into to my sexual thoughts about her, complimenting her breasts and finally explaining to my masturbation fantasies of her. She sat silently with a huge smile on her face and slightly blushed. She then said, "Well, I may as well confess something to you as well." She began to compliment me and say she found me to be sexy. She said that my discussions about my sex and masturbation made her so horny she was compelled to masturbate, which she did in her office after I left and before she saw her next client. She then confessed that she had masturbated every day since puberty, and that my discussions of my sexuality had driven her to masturbate more than ever. Then she confessed that since the session before the last one, she had developed sexual fantasies of me, which she would use to masturbate. Coincidentally, her fantasies about me were similar to mine about her! We both acknowledged that we couldn't have sex with one another. I asked if we could bend the rules or work around the rules. She said that a rule of marriage is that, you can look at other people, but you can't touch them. She said was willing to unbutton her blouse and allow me to see her breasts and belly, but that I couldn't touch them. She said she would do that only if I was willing to lift up my shirt and show her my bare chest and belly and to take out my penis and show it to her. I agreed. I had a further suggestion before we began to undress. I told that I have masturbated as others watched and have watched others masturbate. I asked her if she had ever done the same. She said she had never been watched nor had she watched somebody else, but that her knowledge of my masturbation greatly aroused her. I then told her I was willing to masturbate for her if she would do the same as I watched. She agreed. She quickly went to tell her receptionist to tell her to not disturb her for any reason until her current session was over. Then she quickly came back and locked the door to her office and closed the curtains to the office window. As I laid on her sofa, she sat in a chair gave me a complete view of her. She smiled a huge smile and asked, "May we begin?" I said, "Yes!" I eagerly lifted my shirt above my chest quickly began to feel my chest and belly and fondle my nipples and bellybutton. As she watched me, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and violently pulled it open to reveal to me her breasts and belly. Her body was more beautiful than I had imagined. Her big breasts had big aureola with plump and tender nipples. Her belly was very slightly chubby, without wrinkles and as smooth as I had imagined, with a big innie bellybutton that was smooth and had no wrinkles. When she opened her blouse, she immediately began playing with her breasts, nipples, belly and bellybutton as I watched. We watched each other fondle ourselves until I whispered, "I can't take anymore!" and she whispered, "Neither can I!" Then I immediately took out my raging hard penis and began to stroke as she watched. She then quickly spread open her legs, then lifted up her skirt, then shoved her hand into her panties, then inserted her fingers into her pussy and began to aggressively stroke as I watched. We clenched our mouths to prevent ourselves from moaning or breathing loudly. We eventually achieved incredible orgasms. She watched me shoot my sperm into the air and land it onto my bare chest and belly, while I watched her quiver and wet her panties. We didn't stop stroking until we achieved second orgasms together and became short of breath. She gave me tissues to wipe the cum off my body. As we cleaned ourselves, we thanked each other for the please and complimented one another on our masturbation skills. The next two sessions were the same. They were booked as therapeutic sessions, but were really masturbation sessions. We began each by sharing our sexual experiences and desires and the masturbation we had enjoyed since the last time we had met. Then we would proceed to fondle ourselves and masturbation as we watched one another. We agreed to the optional additional session, which again was listed as for therapy but really became about masturbation. We haven't talked or seen one another since then. I offered to meet her for more masturbation sessions at her home or at mine, but she declined because she was afraid she or I would be caught visiting and she couldn't allow her husband to know. Sometimes I still think about her when I masturbate. Nobody except us has ever known what happened between us.

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