I first met Mark through an ad on the Internet. It was an ad for a registered nurse for a unique practice building a male sexuality clinic. The head of the clinic, Dr. Mark Fleshman, needed a woman who could help him perfect and experimental cure for his erectile dysfunction (ED) patients and he was calling for a young, attractive nurse with an open mind and a hot body. What caught my attention was the added bonus. Short hours and big dollars. I wanted something a little extra to pass the time during the day since I was in between jobs and looking for something permanent. Plus I was getting tired of the hum drum dating scene and need a little sexual excited to make the time go by.
I’ve got daddy issues and when I met Dr. Mark, which is what he liked to be called, I fell in love with everything about him. On the surface we were total opposites. I’m in my 20s, cute, 5’5″, long blond hair, with curves in all the right places. I was a cheerleader in high school, not just because I had the looks, but also because I have the temperament to pursue my sexuality with an open mind. When all the other girls were shying away from the sexy men on the football team, I was passing out condoms and taking them on one by one like a woman lost in her favorite candy store. Some of the girls called me a slut, but they were just jealous because I didn’t have any sexual hang-ups and all the guys liked me. I mean, what guy wouldn’t like a girl who could bring out the best of his manhood, each and every time.
But Dr. Mark had something different for me to work on that caught me totally by surprise. They young guys in high school never had a problem like his. He grew up in a different time and in a different culture and over time it started to dawn on me how we could help each other. First of all, he was independently wealthy. He didn’t have to work for a living. I mean he was retired at a young age and starting a new practice, kind of on a whim. He had this bright idea that he thought could help any men in a predicament like his. Men caught in dead bedrooms with wives who had no interest in exploring the intricacies of male sexuality with them. He knew he could prescribe pills like Viagra and Cialis, but for him it was not enough. He wanted something more, a woman with a hot body, a sultry voice and a wholesome spirit.
We connected on the first interview when he described his treatment program. He noticed I had worked in a fertility clinic where men were forced to squirt cum in a vial for in vitro fertilization. He asked me about the men and what we did to help them squirt cum. I mentioned the girlie magazines and how this was a common practice to get men excited and into the arousal phase of the sexual response cycle. He said that he liked using a similar protocol with an added special touch. But it wasn’t the special touch I was thinking. There was no hands on assistance offered by the staff which kind of made sense. He was trying to simulate the pressure of an intimate moment when a man was alone practicing his kegel exercises or other masturbation exercises designed to help the man get past any road blocks standing in the way of his self pleasure. He said that his nurses could use their voices as “cheer leaders” to get the man excited and to help him get hard, but that as far as we could go.
I knew this gig was right up my alley. As an experienced cheerleader with high school with a lot of notches in my belt from buckets of jism I made squirt all over the place, I new I had the special talent to make it as one of his star performers. And that’s when he gave me an opportunity to prove my point. He took off his lab coat and then his shirt and kind of stared at me with a welcome look on his face to see how I would react. He said he liked my pink bra under my nurse’s uniform and asked me my bra size. My 40EE cup jugs caught his attention, but what I didn’t know was the real motive behind his question. Later he told me that the bra size didn’t really matter, it was the fact that I could easily answer the question with no hesitation that made the difference. He had already interviewed 15 girls for the job, but all of them, up to this point had failed to answer the question without first asking why he wanted to know.
My blouse was a little tight and you could see the edges of my bra from an angle. It was a pink Victoria’s Secret bra, a gift from a rich sugar daddy who treated me like a queen every time we met, but I digress. Dr. Mark took off his shirt and flashed his six pack abs. Even though he was an older guy in his 60’s with silver hair, this short glimpse of his bare, hairless chess with rock solid muscular tone got me very excited. I’m sure he could see it in my eyes and my body language as I smiled and started to squirm. Here I was, in his office all alone, escorted in by him with no receptionist on duty. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
His wedding ring didn’t stop him and it didn’t stop me either. I know he was married when he explained his unusual problem. From a young age he was brainwashed by catholic nuns and told that boys should not touch themselves and masturbate. And to make matters worse, when he played with himself in the bath tub and got an erection, his mother smacked his hand and scolded him too. So he had this big mental block against masturbation. He couldn’t do it alone without feeling the shame and guilt. So I watched and what a show.
He took off his shirt, his shoes and socks and dropped his pants and slipped into a robe in the closet. Then he moved over to his “easy chair”. What caught my eye was his size. He was circumcised like all good catholic boys, but as my eyes met his manhood something strange started to happen. It just grew and grew. And when I acted “normal” with my observations, he went into a routine that I found out later he had practiced many times. He told me that a woman who made him feel comfortable and normal was the kind of woman he wanted in his life. She had to react in a way that made him feel like there was nothing strange about a man disrobing and masturbating in front of her. He was trying to stand up and be a man. This was his way of telling the nuns and his mother that his male sexuality was “normal”.
He took it out, put a little lotion in his hand and started to work his shaft up and down. I just looked at him in amazement at his nonchalant attitude toward sex and his unique treatment program. That’s when I saw the whole meaning behind the name, Comealot. I knew that if I could get him and others to cum a lot, I would get the job. So I just sat there like a voyeur watching him play the exhibitionist and enjoyed every minute of his “hands on” demonstration. He worked up a sweat as his rhythm got more intense and that’s when he squirted cum all over the place. He asked me for a tissue and I watched him clean up and reverse the process as he put his clothes back on. The whole sex act, if you could call it that took about 7 minutes. I knew because he had me click my stop watch as soon as he got started. That’s when he asked me if I had any questions.
I said, “Dr. Mark, let me get this straight. All I have to do is sit in a room and watch men masturbate to the sound of my voice?” and he said, “Yes, Nurse Judy. That’s all you have to do. If you like to watch men squirt cum, this is the job for you!” Needless to say, the job wasn’t quick as uneventful as he made it sound. He took notes and wrote a whole book about my sexual exploits. But there’s one thing for sure I can say without any hesitation, hanging out with Dr. Mark was one of the most enjoyable times I had ever had. He made me and my sexual idiosyncrasies feel like a typical day in the office, a sense of normalcy that made me totally comfortable being the woman I was made to be. And once I dropped my sexual inhibitions at the door, I learned to enjoy the true beauty of a human lost in self pleasure. My first day with Dr. Mark is a day I will never forget.
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This book is about a sex starved doctor who starts a masturbation club at the Comealot Sex Clinic. It’s called the Comealot Sex41 (“sex for one”) Club and “the club” for short. The club is a safe haven for men and women who want more sex. Together, they face the realities of everyday sexual desire, and the beauty of a human lost in passionate self-pleasure.
Stay tuned. More to come…
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