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I never imagined this would be so long. I am sorry to take your time with a subject that is not OCC's normal naked women purview.

I had a 6pm appointment the next week and thought about canceling, but I went. The therapist and her two daughters took me into a back office and thought we needed a talk. She told me that as a professional, she should probably report herself for having sexual contact with a patient. It would then be investigated, get everyone's story and then a board from the state licensing group would meet and decide how to punish her, with her possibly losing her license. She was apologizing to me! She said when the top fell off and the oil poured out, her first thought was to clean it up as quickly as possible like she would if it had occurred on my foot or chest. There was so much oil, her focus was to get whatever would roll off gone and then to rub in the last bit, which she knew the skin would absorb. There was nothing sexual, it was an accident. She doesn't know if it was when I called her name or her daughter reached out to her that she realized she had my very erect penis in her hands and doing the motions that were the same as masturbation. She said she knew she should stop but she knew I needed it and that if she stopped, she would still be guilty of sexually touching me. Then she said, she began to feel very sexual, and the more she pumped me, the more she wanted to do it. She gave in to her urges and loved the feel of my hard cock and the naughtiness of touching and fondling me, especially after all the years of seeing my rock hard cock in front of her (rock hard was her description, not mine). At some time, she lost her ability to stop--and she wanted to do it for a long time. At some time, my ejaculation woke her up and she felt so guilty about her giving in to her urges, that she was sure she would lose her license.

I explained to all three that it was a fantasy of mine, but I respected the therapist's professional standards and I too lost the ability to ask that the action be stopped. I also said that I felt like a family member at her offices and loved the personal relationships and our ability to talk about anything. The therapist and I hugged and then she said in front of her daughters that her fantasy was to give me oral sex because it was something her late husband loved and he kept telling her how great she was doing it. She missed getting that praise. You can imagine my thoughts at that time.

We went to my room, I undressed and the young daughter took my clothes and hung them up. All three started doing my stretching and motion exercises while I was fully exposed and my naked cock was erect, partially because in a half hour, all three somehow touched me where they should not have . I was HAPPY. Over the remainder of the session, they left but the two staff members came by and asked if we were all ok, and we told them all was well. Both touched my cock and said "he looks happy". They told the therapist that they were leaving unless they needed her help with anything. We heard the door close and knew they were gone.

To my surprise, the therapist reached for the oil and drizzled a small stream onto my cock and began pumping slowly, while sliding her fingernails over my balls. I was happy and laid back to enjoy this fantasy. In 8 or 10 minutes I exploded but it was directed to a towel, not on her. I grinned and said "no blowjob?" and she said maybe another time. She cleaned me up and we left together.

Over the next year or so, it was the same every session. She did her work very well and I got a happy ending, although if she had work, she would just get me started and either I would finish myself or one of the staff would come in and assist me.

Both of the staff members left soon after. The young one got married and the older one became a lay-minister at her church. Although we remain friends, both have asked if I would never mention our dalliances. I didn't see much of the daughters, either, because they both went off to college. One nice thing, at her wedding, the young assistant came over to visit with me for a minute or two and shocked me by saying she really wanted to fuck me and didn't really understand the handjobs. I haven't seen her since. Of course, I am old enough to be her father.

Every visit to the therapist would be the same except at the end she was so nervous that one of the new staff members would see her with her hand on my cock. She was clearly uncomfortable so over a few months I just stopped going. We exchange Christmas cards and notes occasionally, and I miss our discussing things.

Now for my big question. Yes this was sexual and 100% true. When the "fantasy" came true and expected every night, the appeal disappeared! Some evenings when she was touching, my soldier did not come out to play.

I really never saw the ladies undressed to any great degree, and all the nudity was my own. Am I just an exhibitionist or was I just enjoying anticipating some possible touching? Is this a category that we should explore as a new add-on for OCC? Do others have similar stories? This is why I have never told this story on OCC before. Thanks for listening.