The Wacky XXX Files: Too Gassed Up

It isn't often I get called out of the office to a scene by the police department but I don't exactly have the most orthodox job. When you hang out in superhero circles word gets around fast, even if your connection to meta-humans is supposed to be confidential. I arrived on the scene and walk inside an office building lobby to find a woman talking to a detective, she was clearly embarrassed and each time the detective spoke to her she became more distressed. Before I could approach, I was met with a familiar face:

"Dr. Banks, thank you for joining us," always a professional, Victory Man approached me with a smile and shook my hand. Victory Man was a towering presence. He looked a little like a modern age Patrick Ewing (sans 90's mustache and haircut). "Victory Man, good to see you," I say in reply smiling. Victory man walked me over to the detective and began to whisper a little leaning down closer to my level "Appreciate you coming out, as you know, this kind of thing can be a little bit... much for me,"

Victory Man was an incredibly intelligent and brave man. I often tell him that his bravery is his real superpower and the super strength was just an auxiliary power. That being said, he was raised in a pretty sheltered household and is a tad naive and, relevant for this situation, uncomfortable with sex. "No problem, glad you felt comfortable calling me," I patted his back as we started to walk toward the detective. He abruptly stops "Oh and lets avoid the real name. You know, secret identity" he winks at me and I nod. I smile a little when he turns away. His real name is Victor and he doesn't wear a mask. It might be the least secret identity there is. Like I said, a bit naive.

"Detective Morris, this is Dr. Banks, he is a specialist and I thought his insight might be useful," Victory Man slaps my back and winks at me again. "A specialist? What is he some kind of pervert?" The detective says back gruffly looking at me like I'm an alien. "I'm a sex therapist. And I work mostly with meta-humans," I extend my hand for a greeting. He ignores it looking even more disgusted with me. Then he turns back to the woman "You're a fucking meta? You did this?" he grows angrier. Discrimination against individuals with abilities is rampant even with people like Victory Man around. She turns bright red her eyes start to well up. "Hi I'm Dr. Elliot Banks," I say trying to make her feel more comfortable. Victory Man looks at the woman and then at the detective. "How about we take a walk detective," Victory Man forcefully pushes the detective but does so with a friendly smile on his face.

They walk away as my hand stays outstretched. She looks and reluctantly shakes my hand "Leslie," she said softly before taking a deep breath to gather her composure. "I'm not like evil or anything, it isn't something I have control over," I can feel the shame brought on by the social stigma meta-humans experience. While about 5% of people have some kind of meta ability, the only real visible metas are individuals using their powers for selfish or evil means or 'superheros' which are often accused of having selfish motivations themselves. "Leslie, I'm just hear to listen I don't even know what has happened yet" I reassure her knowing that she'll need to go at her own pace.

She points to a hallway and I walk down the hall to where all the police officers are gathered. Behind them is an office with glass windows and a large wooden door. It is the only office in which the door is closed. Inside the office are 7 men pressing themselves against the glass with looks of desperation on their faces. A few of them have their hands down their pants and seem to be masturbating. Others are simply rubbing against the glass. "They're harmless you know, the police are worried they're going to hurt someone," Leslie states. She had walked behind me quietly without me noticing. I startle for a moment. "So what is happening for them?" I turn to look at her.

She lets out a deep sigh "They... they're just really horny and can't return to their normal state. I was told it is like being at the 'point of no return' but unable to actually orgasm. Well without another person." Leslie is clearly distraught. "And how did they get like this?" I ask calmly and curiously to avoid her feeling judged. She runs her hands through her hair and takes another deep breath. "It's my meta ability... I... well... this happens to anyone who..." she pauses again clearly not wanting to say it. "I understand if this isn't something you want to talk about. We can just..." I start to say but she interrupts me "No. no... I want to be honest so we can take care of all of this. This happens to anyone if they... if they smell my... gas" as she finally gets it out there is a sense of relief. That relief quickly turns to embarrassment when a nearby cop snickers. "Let's make a gameplan in a more private space," I say to her as I can sense her welling up again.

Her and I walk into her office. "So when you pass gas it puts people in this particular state? Do you know if it affects the body the mind or both," I ask starting to take notes. "Um well I think both. Like I know it feels like an orgasm is coming and guys always get...hard... and girls react to it too." She starts to trail off for a moment. "I see. It sounds like this has happened before? Is there anything from those experiences that we can use to our advantage in this situation?" I ask taking out a pen to take notes. She nods. "Only a few times. The only thing that makes it go away is like sexual behavior with somebody else. Masturbation doesn't work. And the other person has to want to. That's why they aren't doing it with each other. None of them are gay I guess," She says clearly wishing that would have solved it. She starts to get more upset as the reality of everything hits her again "Every time it happened before it was easy to fix. It was just with my partner or there was enough people around that were interested in solving the problem. I'm usually so careful.. I can't believe this happened at work," She puts her face in her hands "and with my boss in the room. There is no way I'm going to live this down," She starts to cry which quickly turns into a deep sob. "I can't imagine how weird and scary this is for you. But you didn't do anything wrong. There's only so much we can do to control our bodies in that way. And I know there isn't much I can say to make this better right now but just sitting here and being honest with me about such a difficult situation shows how strong you are and how much integrity you have. You could have lied and said you didn't know what was happening but you did the right thing," I say and she nods. Though she knows that deep down she still struggles to gather herself. "Do you mind if I share what I've learned with Victory Man so we can make a plan to fix this or would you like me to stay here with you for a little while longer?" I ask. I do my best to stay present with her but my mind is whirring trying to find a solution to this issue. She smiles through her distress and motions for me to go. "Thank you for your courage in sharing this with me," I say as I walk out back towards the situation and find Victory Man.

"Victory Man," I call out after him and he smiles and walks back towards me. "So anything helpful Doctor?" he asks. I nod and start to explain the situation. "It looks like we have 7 men and then need to have sex with another person in order to come out of the current state that they are in. We need to create a private area in the adjoining office room, contact any of the men's spouses, and for the rest of them... maybe escorts?" I say not sure how else to handle it. "Like prostitutes?" Victory Man tries to be open minded but I can tell he's pretty uncomfortable with the suggestion. He thinks for a moment and then shakes his head. "You know what... you're right, this is an unorthodox problem. We need creative solutions," I smile for a moment thinking about the progress he's made as a person and the progress we've made in our relationship that he trusts me so willingly.

Him and I approach the detective. "We have a plan in motion. The men need to engage in sex with another person in order to recover fully.." Victory Man states and the detective scoffs. "What? That's preposterous. Can't they just take care of themselves or something," the detective says, clearly reluctant to take this story at face value. Honestly, I can't blame him. If this goes wrong, he is going to look very bad. "No it has to be with another person. We have the administrator's assistant contacting some of the partners and spouses," I say to him and he gives me a look like I'm crazy. "And what about the single ones?" he says in a 'gotcha' tone. Victory Man and I look at each other "We can talk to an escort or other sex worker," Victory Man says boldly knowing that information needed to come from him if the detective was going to hear it. "Christ Almighty," the detective's fear becomes briefly visible on his face before it is once again replaced by anger. "And how do I know that once we open that door to let one guy out, they aren't going to all come out and rape everyone?" He's essentially yelling at this point. Such cavalier use of the word 'rape' always makes me a little uncomfortable but I know I need to stand tall in this situation. "Nobody is in any danger. Being horny doesn't make someone a rapist. People commit sexual assault for reasons of power and control. Not because they can't control their sexual urges," I say firmly with unbreaking eye contact. The detective looks around and Victory Man looks back at him "I trust him," he says and the detective relents. "Alright, I'll brief the other officers on the situation," he says as he turns away and starts to talk to gather a group to make a plan.

"Pretty courageous yourself doc," he says putting his massive hand on my shoulder. "Takes one to know one Victory Man," I say back smiling. "I'm needed at another situation, not sure super strength is what is needed here. I'll see you at my appointment on Wednesday?" he asks as he starts to walk away. "You know it," I say back to him as I see officers start to work in multiple directions. Make shift curtains are arranged in the adjoining office to create a private space for the individuals, two officers head to the entrance to wait for partners and spouses, and another comes over to me with a radio. "Hi I'm Officer Phillips, anytime your expertise is further needed we'll know the exact moment," he says shaking the radio indicating that he'll be with me for the remainder of the situation. "Hey... I'm sorry I laughed back there... I didn't realize how hurtful that was," he says to me showing clear remorse. "I understand. We all sometimes have knee jerk reactions to things we regret, but I think your apology isn't for me," I say looking back at him. He smiles for a moment. "You're right," he says as he looks over at Leslie but knows he can't leave my side. "You know. I think I'm going to check on her if you don't mind joining me," I say leadingly. He smiles. "Thank you,"

As he apologizes to her as I watch the first partner enter the building confused. As she is briefed on the situation it is clear she is a little uncomfortable but understands the gravity of the situation. She enters the private office with an officer. A few moments the couple exits and he is back to normal. "1 down 6 to go," I say as the officer Phillips shakes his head in disbelief of the situation. "Hopefully it goes smoothly," the officer says still a little nervous.

Shortly after another woman enters the building and is led into the office. Followed by the arrival of another woman, who was then asked to wait with me and Leslie. She was dressed in a red low cut top and blue jeans. She clearly put a lot of time in her appearance as she was tan and had a well honed makeup routine. She had green eyes and long straight dark hair. "Hey Leslie," the woman says clearly knowing her but not knowing Leslie's role in the situation. "Hi Roxanne," Leslie responds trying to maintain her composure but still very stressed. Roxanne looks at me. "You're not a cop?" she says looking me up and down. "Oh I'm a sex therapist, they called me in for help," I say as if that was a normal sentence to say. "Sex therapist? So you like to watch?" Roxanne says intrigued. Leslie rolls her eyes indicating this was not atypical behavior for Roxanne. "I like to be watched," she says raising her eyebrows. "You know that isn't an atypical fantasy," I say trying to keep the conversation general instead of personal.

"Get the therapy guy over here," a voice calls through the radio to Officer Phillips. "That's your cue I guess," he says before I walk over towards the office room. There I see the woman from earlier but without any of the men from the room. "What's going on," I ask as I approach. The woman is flustered and speaks before the officer can. "This is stupid, it isn't working," she says aggressively. "May I ask what you have tried? We think we have a pretty good idea what works and what doesn't," her face goes from aggressive to disgusted. "I'm not telling you anything," she says and steps away from me as if I'm a leper. "Would you be comfortable if I told you what I know works and doesn't work? Then maybe you can have an idea of what needs to happen?" I ask her calmly. It disarms her for a moment but I can tell there is something she isn't saying. "Can you give us a moment?" I say excusing the officer and he obliges.

I take a step closer and lower my voice. "I know this is hard. And maybe it could be helpful that I'm a stranger. You'll never see me again. How can I be helpful for you right now?" I ask softly. "I just... I just... my husband and I haven't had sex in years," she starts to get flustered as she talks. "I know this is an incredibly invasive question, and in normal circumstances I wouldn't ask this within 2 minutes of our conversation, even as a therapist, but what do you think is the main reason that you and your husband don't have sex?" I continue to stay calm hoping she'll feel comfortable enough to go further. She looks down at her body and starts to well up in tears. The woman was a little on the larger side. She was a little less than five and half feet tall but was probably over 200 pounds. "I don't feel...desired," she says being vulnerable with me fairly easily. "Well I guarantee the man in there is full of desire for you," I say trying to break the tension. She smiles for a moment. "Even he hesitated with me though," she says looking dejected. "Does he think you want to with him?" I ask thinking I may be getting to the root of the issue. "Do you think that matters?" she asks and I can see her stress return. I nod. "I know it does," I say and look at the door, "And just a little hint, if you go in there feeling desirable, you'll feel how much he desires you"

I step back and she takes a deep breath. One of the officer approaches "New orders, they want you in there so that things can go smoothly," the officer says to me. I start to argue with the officer thinking it would inhibit progress. "No, it's ok. I need the help," the woman says. I look at her "Are you sure?" I ask quietly. She nods "Better than a cop watching" and we walk into the office.

When we get inside I can see her partner naked stroking trying as hard as he can to finish. "I'm sorry, I can't... I can't" he says confused but overwhelmed with desire. She takes a deep breath but has trouble settling her body and mind. "Think about what it is you think is sexy about you, get in touch with that and use it," I say to her as I take a deep breath to model it for her. She follows my lead and takes a breath. Then she turns to her partner and removes her shirt. While she is certainly a bigger woman, her figure still maintained a fairly small waist-to-hip ratio. The clothes she had chosen to wear hid her body instead of accentuating her better features and as these clothes were shed the features were highlighted. This included her breasts which were large even for her frame. She looks at them for a moment and rubs the top of them.

"Remember when we went to Jamaica, and that college boy hit on me," she says to him. He nods trying to feign interest in the conversation despite his condition. "That guy was an asshole," he manages to say sounding as if he is in pain. "He was... and he kept staring at my tits. And even though I was offended, being hit on and you getting jealous turned me on so much," she says as she gets on her knees in front of her husband. She leans forward and slides his cock under her bra and between her breasts. "That night I was so turned on I used my tits to make you cum so hard. I've always wanted to do it again," she says as she moves up and down as his cock slides between them. She pushes her breasts together against his cock making it disappear beneath them. "I think about that night all the time," he says watching her. She blushes and then kisses his stomach before going back to moving her breasts up and down on his cock. He starts to thrust his hips in conjunction with her movements and moans out loudly. His moan makes her smile and gives her energy to go faster. Now she begins to moan in unison with his as they increase their intensity repeatedly. His body starts to shake a bit and she can tell he's nearing orgasm and without missing a beat she calls out to him "That's it, cum even harder than you did for me in Jamaica," and as she finishes her sentence he begins to oblige and I see spurts of cum shoot out of him and end up on her chest. When he finishes he is overcome with relief followed by being overcome with affection from his partner. They passionately make out with each other. "I love you so much honey," he says to her breathing heavily. She smiles clearly very emotional about the whole experience. "I love you too," she returns.

She turns around and is a little surprised to see me "Oh, I forgot you were still there," she says. "Sorry about that. Glad to see you're back to normal," I say trying to keep from commenting on the sex itself. "Thanks," he says a little reluctantly as I remember he has no idea who I am. "Is there anything to clean up with?" she says realizing the price she is paying for letting go. I shrug looking around. She does what she can to get rid of the mess but decides to put her clothes on over everything and hope nobody notices. They walk out and I wait a minute and follow out the door only to be greeted by Roxanne. "I knew you liked to watch," she said getting close to me and poking her finger in my chest. "I was asked by..." I start to say before she cuts me off. "Don't worry I'll put on a show for you."

She walks past me and pulls her shirt off before opening the door and pulling her partner through it by his tie. She sits him down and begins to give him a striptease. She faces away with him and makes eye contact with me while she grinds against him. Her partner was about 6' tall, very dark skinned, and had young looking features. He was probably in his 30s but could easily pass for a 25 year old man. She grabs his hands and runs them up her body as she still doesn't break eye contact with me. "You know if you wanted to take care of yourself, I wouldn't blame you," she says and bites her lip. "I'll keep it professional," I say trying to maintain composure. She makes a face as if to say 'we'll see about that' and then turns around and makes out with her partner. He lets out a grunt as she rubs against him. He clearly is struggling but she is enjoying teasing him a little bit. She unbuttons his shirt slowly while kissing his chest. Then she takes off his belt and unbuttons his pants even slower. When she finally pulls his cock out he is literally begging her trying to articulate how bad he needs it. "Girl you don't understand, this is pure torture right now," he says and I honestly couldn't tell if he was playing along or if he was really that uncomfortable.

She licks his shaft slowly from bottom to top and then back to the bottom. She looks back at me as she takes his cock into her mouth. "Roxy come on, you're killing me right now," he says. I was no longer unclear on where he stood. He wanted to cum sooner rather than later but she had her own plans. She begins to bob up and down on his cock fairly aggressively and he starts to make noises of relief as he draws closer to orgasm. Then she abruptly stops and laughs as she pulls his cock out of her mouth. He lets out an almost angry grunt as his head goes back. "What's wrong sexy?" she says and gets on his lap and starts to kiss him while she rubs against him. She slowly slides onto him and bounces on his cock with her back arched. She looks over her shoulder at me and puts a little extra into her motion as if just for me. Now I'm doing my best to stay professional but I am still watching so I'm not exactly doing a great job of that. Additionally, the bulge growing in my pants is not helping my cause.

He gets close again and she gets off laughing a little bit. He shakes his head knowing his fate is resigned to whatever she decides. She turns around so she is facing me and bends over so she can bounce her butt on his cock as if she's twerking. She begins to address me now. "What do you think? Do I put on a good show? Am I more fun to watch than your clients?" She's saying this loud enough that my face turns red. "Do it. Touch your cock while you watch me make him cum," I think she can tell my willpower is waning because she starts to look very proud of herself. However, her partner behind her starts to cum. "Damn it James," she says as she shifts her focus back to him. She gets off of him trying to see if she can stop it. He strains as the cum falls out of his cock slowly. "Jesus Christ," he cries out before starting to come back to normal. "You are crazy, I'm getting you back for that. And don't think I didn't notice you flirting with this dude." His tone implied joking but some of the feelings of frustration and jealousy were real. Not sure he knew how much of each. He walks out of the room quickly upon pulling up his pants. She lingers for a moment and gently touches my crotch as she walked by "I KNEW IT" she whispers aggressively and smiles as she leaves the room.

By now my brow was sweating and the bulge in my pants was throbbing from arousal. I waited in the room for a moment not wanting to go back outside. This was only the third person. I had no idea how long how many of the men were partnered and how long this was going to take. I sit down in an office chair and rubbed my face. I look down at the bulge in my pants still visible hoping it'll go down before the next person comes in. When the next woman walks in she is wearing a low cut crop top and fishnet stockings. She is probably close to 40 years old, long blonde hair still a little brown at the roots, subtle makeup, skinny body with d cup breasts that were clearly implants. She takes one look at me and sees my "I told them I didn't need to go one at a time," she quickly comes over to me and rubs me over my pants. Surprised I let out a moan and quickly protest (though I admit I didn't try to pull away or move her hand). "Not me, not me, I'm just here to make sure everything goes ok," I say putting my hands up in the air. She looks up at me with confusion. "Then why are you so hard?" she asks and I get red in embarrassment. I stutter for a moment "It's just a natural human reaction I guess," I say. She looks at me skeptically. "Making sure everything goes ok huh?' she says walking away. "They're in that office room," I say to her and she walks over and lets the 4 remaining men into the room.

"Take 'em out boys," she says and the meant quickly obey and circle around her. "You boys want it so bad don't you," She says as she starts to stroke two of the cocks at one time, switching to the other two after 4 strokes. The men moan and grunt wildly as she touches them. She laughs at their unconstrained enthusiasm. Each man thrusting even when she isn't making contact. She takes two of the cocks and attempts to put them both in her mouth. The cocks rub against each other in her mouth as they start to get wet with her saliva. She turns her body and does the same with the other two. The cocks are so wet that her spit drips down off of them. She continues to rub the slippery cocks together with heightening aggression. She changes tactics as she starts to suck one of the cocks while stroking two others. The men's moans get more intense, the oldest man especially and she recognizes this immediately. He was probably in his late 50s black with an above average sized cock. The escort looks up at him and starts stroking him with both hands and then turns her head and takes another cock in her mouth. "Oh my god...oh my god," the older man braces himself before the first shot of cum hits the side of her face while she sucks another cock. He continues to cum on her as she doesn't miss a beat moving one of the hands to another cock to try to get them closer.

The older man looks a little embarrassed as he comes to (yes pun intended) but quickly gathers himself and leaves abruptly after pulling his pants back up. Not much time passes before another of the men, the youngest of the bunch, starts to get close himself. His cock is in her mouth while she strokes the other two but as he gets close she ups her intensity and brings both hands in to finish him off. His knees shake and he lets out a slight grunt as he almost losses balance. His grunt becomes a more intense moan as I can tell he is cumming in her mouth. She smiles and some of his cum leaks from her lips before she swallows the rest. After he finishes cumming, the younger man looks almost ashamed. "I can't believe I... why would I?" he backs away and then starts to leave. "Are you ok?" I try to ask him as he leaves but he ignores me and speed walks out. I consider leaving to go after him but I worried it would be more harmful than good as he doesn't seem to be in the headspace to explore his potential shame around sex.

Now that there are only two left the escort goes back to using the friction of both wet cocks rubbing together as she strokes, licks, and sucks them. She then positions herself so that both cocks can fit into her mouth as strokes a cock in each hand. Both men begin to get louder with their involuntary noises as they draw closer. Finally, I can tell they both are getting closer. She gets lower on her knees and jerks both cocks above her face. "Come on boys how often do you get to cum on a girl's face like in those movies you like?" she says and this comment seems to do the trick as both men start shooting cum as if in unison onto her face. After about 4 spurts each, both men take deep breaths as their bodies start to return to normal. One of them lingers behind waiting for the other to leave. "Can I ... see you again?" he asks her and she hands him a business card. "If you can afford me," she smiles at him. I'm not sure he realized she was an escort but he played it off well and left with a "thank you."

The escort was more prepared than the other women and had a towel. "Enjoy the show?" she asks me while she wipes herself off. "You were very efficient. I'm just glad it is over," I say trying to keep my tone professional even if I am still hard under my slacks. She walks over to me "It doesn't have to be," she says and grabs my cock hard and kisses me. I kiss back for a moment but then stop. "Sorry, but I can't. Plus everyone knows that this is over and I don't want anyone to question my professionalism," I say. She looks down at my bulge, "Good luck with that," she says as she starts to get her stuff together. I walk out and see that the police are wrapping up the scene. Luckily, I can feel myself going back to normal in my pants. I see Victory Man waiting outside. "I thought you were busy?" I say to him not expecting to see him. "I am very good at my job," he puts his hand on my shoulder letting out a hearty laugh. "Hey I was talking to some of the Hero Brigade and they were wondering if you would be a contact for us just in case things like this happened again," he said clearly very proud of me and the success of the situation. "I'd be happy to," I was pretty proud of myself and was always looking for ways to build up my profile. "Great news, things like this happen more than you think," he says smiling. I didn't think much of this comment as I didn't really believe him.

Leslie walks up to me as I'm talking to Victory Man. "Hi, thank you so much, you made this nightmare... well tolerable I guess?" she clearly has a lot of the weight off her shoulders but clearly has other things on her mind. "Could we... set up an appointment? There are some things I'd love to process," she said shyly. "Absolutely, give me a call and we can set something up," I say handing her my card. "Thank you so much," she says and walks out.