Beautiful Doctor Nausheen Receives Unwanted Anal - Part 1

I have been a patient of a very beautiful, very proper Indian doctor whose first name is “Nausheen” for several years. For obvious reasons I won’t disclose her last name or what city she practices in. Dr. Nausheen is 5’ 5” tall, 110 lbs., is a 34 C cup, has long black hair, and has brown eyes. She is in her late 30’s, is married, and has two children.
She is a physiatrist and I have been seeing her dealing with various problems related to sexual addiction. During my first appointment many years ago I was struck by how beautiful she is. Slowly, over time, I began to notice her more and more. She was always very proper and professional during all of our appointments. About a year after I started seeing her I began to fantasize about her while I masturbated. Also, I began to download various photos of her posted on the internet from conferences she has spoken at, articles she has written, etc. At first, I would print these photos and look at them while I masturbated, then I began to ejaculate onto them, and I eventually would alter the electronic versions of the photos and create fakes of Dr. Nausheen in lingerie, masturbating herself, and receiving anal sex. It eventually got to the point where I was masturbating to her 1 – 2 times a day and had created hundreds of fake pornographic images of her.
I knew I should tell her about my obsession with her in our therapy sessions, but I did not know how. At first I would “beat around the bush” about the topic. I would tell her that I am masturbating several times a day. I would tell her I am looking at pornography of mostly Asian women. I eventually told her that those “Asian women” were Indian woman, and finally I told her how my masturbation fantasies were now mostly about having anal sex with Indian women.
Over the several years of our doctor-patient relationship I slowly found out bits and pieces about Dr. Nausheen’s personal life. I learned she had met her husband when she was very, very young. Their marriage had been arranged by their families in India. I was 99% sure she had only ever been with her husband. A few times I used the bathroom in her small office and when I checked the cabinet underneath the sink I would find a box of tampons she kept in the office. After finding this I would create pornographic images of her having her period and inserting tampons. Every now and then I would take one of the tampons out of the box and bring it home to masturbate on, ejaculating all over the applicator. During one of our sessions, Dr. Nausheen was experiencing an emergency with another one of her patients and had to step into another room for 15 minutes to make a phone call. While she was out of the room, I noticed a small nylon bag sitting beside her desk. My curiosity got the best of me and I unzipped the bag. It contained a change of clothes of the type she would take to the gym to exercise in. In addition to her exercise clothes, the bag contained a bra and panties. They were a pretty matching bra and panty set (satin and lacy). They were deep red in color. The panty was a size Small and the bra was a 34C. I grew hard in her office holding her bra and panties. I wanted to steal them, but knew I would get caught. So, I photographed them with my phone. Printouts of those photos became the new target of my masturbation. It felt so good to ejaculate onto pictures of Dr. Nausheen’s bra and panties. What finally tipped me over the edge regarding Dr. Nausheen was during one appointment – about 2 ½ years into my treatment with her – I asked to use the bathroom before leaving after one of my appointments. I actually had to go to the bathroom but I also wanted to take one of her tampons to ejaculate on later. While I was seated on the toilet something in the trash can caught my eye. It was a pair of pantyhose. I couldn’t believe it! I took them out of the trash can and held them up. I noticed that there was a “run” in one of the legs. I figured that Dr. Nausheen get a “run” in her pantyhose, went into the bathroom to change into another pair, and threw the old pair away. She often dressed very formally in skirts, blouses, nylons, and heels (very conservatively). Holding a pair of Dr. Nausheen’s used pantyhose in my hands, I instantly achieved an erection. I briefly stroked myself with her soft nylons – it felt so good. I wanted to “relieve” myself right there in her office bathroom, using her pantyhose to absorb my ejaculation. Instead, I decided to fold them up, put them in my pocket, and take them home with me. I photographed them and added them to my collection of pictures of her from the Internet, pictures of her tampons with and without my sperm all over them, the picture of her bra and panties I had, and all of the porn images I have created about her over the years. I was now ejaculating over Dr. Nausheen 2 – 3 times a day, every day – often into her pantyhose.
I slowly began to confess more and more to her in my therapy sessions. She knew I was masturbating several times a time to pornography of Indian women and that I often had thoughts of having anal sex with Indian women. She made a comment once about how anal sex is particularly “taboo” in the Indian culture and despite my fantasies, Indian women generally did not have anal sex. She didn’t literally say she had never had anal sex, but it was implied by this comment she made. I also started to tell her about the porn images I was creating using pictures of Indian women I found in the Internet. I stopped short of telling her I was masturbating over her, wanted to have anal sex with her, and was creating porn images of her; but I sensed she was begging to suspect I was talking about her.
During one of our therapy session I obtained an erection that I was desperately trying to hide. I don’t think she noticed it since I was sitting down. This began to happen more and more often, almost every session. Once when I stood up to leave at the end of the session, I think she noticed the bulge in my pants. I am sure she did because a few weeks later, during our next session, she asked me very pointedly whether I had developed sexual desires for her. The fact that I didn’t answer and just looked away confirmed her suspicions. She said that I needed to resist those urges, that she couldn’t effectively be my therapist if she engendered sexual desires in me. The next session she pressed the topic a bit more and I told her the truth – Yes, I have strong sexual desires for her and have been thinking about her while I masturbate. Yes, my anal sex fantasies often involve her. And, Yes, I have created some pornographic images of her. She remained very calm and very professional and thanked me for being honest with her. She asked how many times I had fantasized about her while masturbating and I told her hundreds and hundreds. She asked if my masturbation usually leads to an ejaculation and I told it that it always does. She asked if I cared to share any details about my fantasies and I shared that they often involve her in sexy lingerie, her performing oral sex on me, me having intercourse with her, me watching her insert tampons during her period, me having anal sex with her, and that all of my fantasies ended with me ejaculating somewhere inside of her body (mouth, vagina, anus). She remained very calm and professional and thanked me for being so open and honest with her. She asked me if telling her about these fantasies had aroused me, I reluctantly told her it had. She said that if I would like to take a break and excuse myself to the restroom that I may. She was essentially suggesting I leave the room and masturbate. I told her I would. As I stood up and walked across her office to the door, there was no hiding the erection I had in my pants. She pretended not to notice but I know she saw it. I went into the bathroom, locked the door, stood in front of the sink, opened my pants, and hurriedly masturbated. It didn’t take long for me to ejaculate. I shot my sperm all over the inside of the sink bowl, it was a mess. I don’t know why, but I decided to leave it there, hoping she would see it later in the day. My erection subsided, I returned to her office to finish our session. When I walked back into the room she asked me if I felt better now and I told her that I did and I apologized for getting an erection during one of our sessions. She told me not to worry about it.
Two weeks later at our next session she told me that she found what I had left in her office bathroom sink. She asked me if I had left it there on purpose. I was very embarrassed, but told her that I had. She asked me why I left it there and I told her I wanted her to see it . . . see how much came out when I thought of her. She told me that that in the future, if I feel the need to masturbate in her office bathroom that it would be more appropriate for me to clean up afterwards. She said she was committed to working with me on these issues. But, as a married woman, she didn’t want to be exposed to that type of thing. I apologized and promised not to do it again.
Several months went on and our sessions continued. From time to time after a session I would visit her office bathroom and relieve the erection I had for her. I would always clean up and she never confronted me for masturbating after our sessions. I started to notice that when I had a session with her on Thursday afternoons that her receptionist would leave a few minutes before the end of my session. In chatting with the receptionist, I learned she had a commitment on Thursday evenings that would cause her to leave a few minutes before the office closed. After learning that, I started booking my sessions as the last session on a Thursday. See Part 2.

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