SESSION 2 (DAY 3)
The second session began the same way as the first. Dr. Kaur brought me into the same room with the TV monitor and attached all the same sensors she had previously. Then she pressed the button and left the room.
The progression of clips followed a similar pattern as the first session, starting with clips of women dancing, followed by women pleasuring themselves, and eventually full sex scenes. The difference was that all of the stuff I had clicked through quickly in the prior session was gone. There were no artificial-looking bimbos in high heels, no girls with lots of tattoos or piercings, no lesbian scenes. They'd clearly taken my preferences into account in selecting these scenes. But because every clip was closer to my liking, I allowed myself to be more picky. I clicked relatively quickly through clips I would have lingered on during the prior session, trying to find the ones that were just right, the girls who were particularly captivating. Several of the clips were incredibly hot, featuring gorgeous but realistic-looking women engaged in genuinely passionate sex. I watched those in their entirety. Eventually, the clips ventured into new territory: threesomes of varying combinations, interracial scenes, anal sex, and even a gang bang scene. Of those, I spent the most time watching the threesome scenes featuring two women and a man, a couple of which were quite well done.
At about the 45 minute mark, a clip came on that was shot from the point of view of a man receiving a blow job. A beautiful girl, with huge brown eyes and a devilish smile was slowly sucking the man's cock, her eyes looking directly into the camera. After a few seconds of sucking, she would let his cock fall out of her mouth, but would continue slowly stroking it with her hand while looking directly into the camera. She would smile and occasionally say something dirty. There was something so intimate about it. She was teasing him, taking him right up to the edge of climax but not past it. There was nothing hurried. She was drawing the pleasure out. I was so turned on that I threw my gown to the floor and stood naked.
Eventually, after another round of slow suction, she let him have his release, on her terms. She held his cock up to her cheek and stroked him just enough, never relinquishing eye contact. Cum burst from the tip of his cock like a geyser, glancing against her cheek before falling back onto his stomach. That was what pushed me over the edge. I shot my load into my balled up gown.
During the subsequent debriefing, Dr. Kaur spent a lot of time asking questions about that final scene, trying to pinpoint what it was about it that had so turned me on. I explained that part of it was the way it was shot, the point-of-view style made me feel like I was part of the encounter, not just a spectator. It felt personally intimate, particularly with all the eye contact. But another big part of it was the girl herself, her infectious smile and obvious personality. She came across as a real person, someone who was a willing and enthusiastic participant, someone who really wanted to pleasure her partner and was confident in her ability to do it.
SESSION 3 (DAY 5)
The final session of the first week began just like the others except I ditched the gown as soon as Dr. Kaur left the room. The first few rounds of video clips were very similar to ones I'd seen and liked previously, but often featured women and situations I found even sexier than prior iterations. Like a search algorithm, this process (whether manual or automated) was clearly learning from my prior input. There were several clips similar to the point-of-view clip I'd so enjoyed in the prior session.
Eventually, however, like the prior session, the clips ventured into new territory, this time to largely negative results. We had entered fetish land, and many of the clips were actually turn offs. I quickly skipped through clips involving urination and worse. There was even one that involved simulated rape. I quickly skipped it once I realized what was happening. For a time, I was actually worried there wouldn't be any more clips I found sexy and that I'd have a hard time finishing the task before me.
But then I got to a few clips that were odd but strangely sexy. In one, a woman found a man who was asleep but who had an obvious erection. She pulled down his boxers, straddled him and began riding his cock. During the encounter, he eventually woke up and began to reach for her breasts. She swatted his hands away, making clear that she did not want him to move or do anything. She continued to ride him as if he were an inanimate object, eventually bringing herself to orgasm. It was a totally unrealistic scene, but there was something about it that was very hot.
Another scene I found myself enjoying, somewhat disconcertingly, was one that involved fake incest. A "mother" was sharing a bed with her son in a hotel room. He had an erection that he kept "accidentally" rubbing against her. Each time, her protestations grew weaker and eventually they were fucking. Again, it was a totally unrealistic (and poorly acted) scene, but there was something about it that turned me on. Although I could have held out longer, I was nearing the 50 minute mark and not certain any other good clips were on deck, so I let myself come when the "son" did.
During the debriefing, 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 full 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 watched 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 debriefing." 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 debriefing. 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.
The second session began the same way as the first. Dr. Kaur brought me into the same room with the TV monitor and attached all the same sensors she had previously. Then she pressed the button and left the room.
The progression of clips followed a similar pattern as the first session, starting with clips of women dancing, followed by women pleasuring themselves, and eventually full sex scenes. The difference was that all of the stuff I had clicked through quickly in the prior session was gone. There were no artificial-looking bimbos in high heels, no girls with lots of tattoos or piercings, no lesbian scenes. They'd clearly taken my preferences into account in selecting these scenes. But because every clip was closer to my liking, I allowed myself to be more picky. I clicked relatively quickly through clips I would have lingered on during the prior session, trying to find the ones that were just right, the girls who were particularly captivating. Several of the clips were incredibly hot, featuring gorgeous but realistic-looking women engaged in genuinely passionate sex. I watched those in their entirety. Eventually, the clips ventured into new territory: threesomes of varying combinations, interracial scenes, anal sex, and even a gang bang scene. Of those, I spent the most time watching the threesome scenes featuring two women and a man, a couple of which were quite well done.
At about the 45 minute mark, a clip came on that was shot from the point of view of a man receiving a blow job. A beautiful girl, with huge brown eyes and a devilish smile was slowly sucking the man's cock, her eyes looking directly into the camera. After a few seconds of sucking, she would let his cock fall out of her mouth, but would continue slowly stroking it with her hand while looking directly into the camera. She would smile and occasionally say something dirty. There was something so intimate about it. She was teasing him, taking him right up to the edge of climax but not past it. There was nothing hurried. She was drawing the pleasure out. I was so turned on that I threw my gown to the floor and stood naked.
Eventually, after another round of slow suction, she let him have his release, on her terms. She held his cock up to her cheek and stroked him just enough, never relinquishing eye contact. Cum burst from the tip of his cock like a geyser, glancing against her cheek before falling back onto his stomach. That was what pushed me over the edge. I shot my load into my balled up gown.
During the subsequent debriefing, Dr. Kaur spent a lot of time asking questions about that final scene, trying to pinpoint what it was about it that had so turned me on. I explained that part of it was the way it was shot, the point-of-view style made me feel like I was part of the encounter, not just a spectator. It felt personally intimate, particularly with all the eye contact. But another big part of it was the girl herself, her infectious smile and obvious personality. She came across as a real person, someone who was a willing and enthusiastic participant, someone who really wanted to pleasure her partner and was confident in her ability to do it.
SESSION 3 (DAY 5)
The final session of the first week began just like the others except I ditched the gown as soon as Dr. Kaur left the room. The first few rounds of video clips were very similar to ones I'd seen and liked previously, but often featured women and situations I found even sexier than prior iterations. Like a search algorithm, this process (whether manual or automated) was clearly learning from my prior input. There were several clips similar to the point-of-view clip I'd so enjoyed in the prior session.
Eventually, however, like the prior session, the clips ventured into new territory, this time to largely negative results. We had entered fetish land, and many of the clips were actually turn offs. I quickly skipped through clips involving urination and worse. There was even one that involved simulated rape. I quickly skipped it once I realized what was happening. For a time, I was actually worried there wouldn't be any more clips I found sexy and that I'd have a hard time finishing the task before me.
But then I got to a few clips that were odd but strangely sexy. In one, a woman found a man who was asleep but who had an obvious erection. She pulled down his boxers, straddled him and began riding his cock. During the encounter, he eventually woke up and began to reach for her breasts. She swatted his hands away, making clear that she did not want him to move or do anything. She continued to ride him as if he were an inanimate object, eventually bringing herself to orgasm. It was a totally unrealistic scene, but there was something about it that was very hot.
Another scene I found myself enjoying, somewhat disconcertingly, was one that involved fake incest. A "mother" was sharing a bed with her son in a hotel room. He had an erection that he kept "accidentally" rubbing against her. Each time, her protestations grew weaker and eventually they were fucking. Again, it was a totally unrealistic (and poorly acted) scene, but there was something about it that turned me on. Although I could have held out longer, I was nearing the 50 minute mark and not certain any other good clips were on deck, so I let myself come when the "son" did.
During the debriefing, 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 full 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 watched 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 debriefing." 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 debriefing. 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.