"I'm just kinda half-hard right now. If it gets fully hard, it'll be a whole different story," I said, lying on the examination bed, glancing over at Hannah.
Hannah looked up from her computer, walked over, and gave my penis a puzzled look. "Really? Did the medication make your penis less sensitive?"
"Don't say that! My penis was perfectly fine before the check-up last time. If something goes wrong now, it's on you," I said, getting a bit anxious and pointing at my penis.
My penis had always been a source of pleasure and pride for me. I couldn't let anything happen to it.
"Don't worry, I'm just guessing. We'll know for sure after a proper examination," Hannah reassured me.
"How are you gonna examine it? Like before?" I asked.
"Pretty much, yeah. Follow me," Hannah said, helping me put my pants back on before heading to another door in the examination room.
I sat up, put on my shoes, and followed her.
Inside, there was a big window, a large bed by it, and a cabinet in front. Beyond that, there was a transparent glass bathroom with a white bathtub and a showerhead visible through the door.
'Wait, is the real examination Hannah mentioned actually gonna involve having sex here? Using her own experience to assess a guy's penis?' I wondered.
I couldn't help but imagine Hannah in a pink nurse uniform, kneeling on the bed, lifting her short skirt to reveal her round, full buttocks, barely covered by skimpy thong panties.
The thin fabric of the thong couldn't completely cover her, with a thin string-like crotch part nestled inside, wet from her juices.
Just thinking about it made me felt a heat surge in my body and the blood rush to my lower abdomen, my semi-hard penis instantly growing larger.
The loose crotch area suddenly felt tight and constricted around my penis.
Hannah was rummaging through the cabinet, not looking at me as she said, "Take off your pants when you're ready and lie down on the bed."
"Okay," I nodded, walked to the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, let them slide down my legs, kicked them off, and then reached for my underwear. With both thumbs in the waistband, I pulled down, letting my penis bounce free.
Hannah took out a box, turned around, and caught a glimpse of my penis. She quickly looked away, pointing at the bed. "Lie down.""Okay," I replied, took off my shoes, and lay down on the bed, hands naturally folded above my belly.
"Lie in the center of the bed," Hannah said as she opened the box.
I complied, rolled over to the center of the bed, and placed my hands naturally on either side, fully embracing the softness and spaciousness of the bed.
Hannah lit a match, cupped her hand to shield the flame, slowly moved it over the incense, then blew it out with a gentle breath. After tossing the extinguished match into the trash, she took off her shoes, sat on the edge of the bed with her feet curled up, and pulled out a bottle of essential oil from the box.
"What's that for?" I asked, confused.
"To apply some essential oil on your body to enhance the massage," she explained.
Hannah pumped some oil into her palm, rubbed her hands together, and her fair hands took on a slightly yellowish tint.
She knelt on the bed, trembling slightly, and reached out to grab my penis.
With both hands gripping the base of my penis, she adjusted her position, sitting on the edge of the bed, and began stroking my penis up and down.
A wave of pleasure surged from the tip of my penis, spreading through my body, reaching every limb, and finally tingling at my fingertips, filling me with a sense of pleasure, compelling me to let out an long satisfied moan.
"What kind of technique is this? It's so pleasurable, I feel like falling asleep in comfort," I remarked.
"It's normal. The massage technique combined with aromatherapy aims to achieve overall relaxation. It not only benefits your penis but also helps relieve fatigue in your body," Hannah explained.
Thinking about it, this medical treatment she provided seemed quite effective. I instantly felt that the $299 spent was well worth it.
"Is there any medication in this oil?" I asked, feeling a bit uneasy.
I was actually a bit nervous at this point, especially after she mentioned my penis being less sensitive. What if something really went wrong with my penis here? I would be devastated.
Even though she would be responsible for me and my well-being for the rest of my life, what about all the other women outside? And I hadn't even slept with Scarlett yet! My penis definitely couldn't afford any issues. Otherwise, even if Hannah agreed to be with me for a lifetime, I would feel it wasn't worth it."No, starting today, I won't use any medication on you. It's purely physical therapy," Hannah assured me.
"Physical therapy? What's it?" I asked, with a hint of suspicion.
I had a guess in my mind that maybe her idea of physical therapy involved using her vagina to treat me.
"You'll find out later. For now, I'll just massage and check the sensitivity of your penis," she replied.
"Make sure you check it thoroughly," I urged, feeling a bit anxious.
"Don't worry, I care about your health more than anyone else. If anything goes wrong with you, my career will be over," Hannah said, looking at me helplessly.
After that, I didn't say another word, closed my eyes in comfort, fully immersed in the pleasurable massage she was giving me. Unconsciously, I actually fell asleep during Hannah's massage!
When I woke up, I felt a strong sense of tightness, wetness, and warmth in my penis.
Could it be that Hannah inserted my penis into her vagina while I was sleeping?
With that thought in mind, I quickly opened my eyes, wanting to confirm this result with my own eyes.