I pushed the shop door open. A small bell jingled my arrival. I looked around the strange shop fearfully. Was I ready for this? Nobody was behind the counter, a reprieve. I was about to open the door again and let myself out when a Chinese man appeared from the back wearing a medical style white coat. I took a deep breath and told him what I was there for.
I had not long turned 50 and had been married to my second wife for nearly seven years. She was a stunning brunette nearly twenty years my junior and I had developed a problem. Six months ago, and for the first time in my life I had developed erectile dysfunction. I loved my wife and she loved me but I was scared that she would look elsewhere if I did not get the problem sorted. I had been to the doctor's, had tests, tried all the pill and potions I could find and was now at my wit's end.
The man nodded sympathetically and told me that my liver needed cleansing. There were two possible treatments that he could offer. One was some herbal medication that I could buy over the counter and take. The other involved the same medication but added in both acupuncture and penile massage. The thought of having needles inserted into my cock filled me with horror but he assured me that they would be placed in my ears. I was relieved.
After some consideration I opted for the more expensive option and he got a diary out and booked me in for my first treatment about a week later and handed me a bottle of pills to take to be getting on with.
A week later I found myself back at the shop and the Chinese man ushered me into a small room at the back of the shop. He asked how I was getting on with the tablets and made some notes. He got a few things from a cupboard and told me that I needed to strip to the waist and lay on the massage bed. He pointed to some towels in the corner to cover myself up with and with a smile, left.
I dropped my trousers and underpants and grabbing a towel, settled down on the bed. There was the heady aroma of herbal oils and some strange music played softly. My wife would have described it as new age spa music. I lay back and closed my eyes. I must have drifted for a few minutes because I was not aware that someone had entered the room.
"Good morning."
A woman's voice brought me back down to earth and I opened my eyes. A Chinese woman stood next to me smiling. I guessed that she, like the man was about my age. She wore a white tunic and was looking at me with intent in her eyes.
"Hi." I said weakly.
"No need to be afraid. I am about to start your treatment."
I tried not to look scared despite how apprehensive I was feeling. She started to prepare my ears for the acupuncture needles. I tensed up but she told me to relax and then take a deep breath. I did as she asked.
"And out." She said.
I exhaled and the first needle went in. I barely felt it. She encouraged me to breath in and then out, each time she inserted another needle. Several more were inserted and then she fiddled with the towel around my waist. I froze. A final inhale exhale and I had the last needle inserted a short distance below my navel.
"Relax." She said, "I will be back in half an hour."
She left the room and I settled down to listen to the plink plonk music. The scent of essential oils filled my nose and I started to get a warm feeling in my groin. I tried to think of nothing but the mature Chinese woman kept on floating into my mind.
I must have drifted off again because I was suddenly aware that I was not alone again. I opened my eyes and she was back.
"I am going to take these out and then continue with your treatment." She said with a smile.
One by one she pulled the needles out and disposed of them in a sharps box. The sensation of the acupuncture, the aroma in the room and the relaxing music had left me feeling light headed. She placed the sharps box on the table near the bed and then picked up a brown bottle with some Chinese writing on it.
"I am going to give you a penile massage." She said and started to pull the towel from my groin.
I was unsure as what a penile massage entailed but I was in no state to argue, or even make a detailed analysis of the process. It was however quite apparent that I was laying on a bed while a strange woman was looking at my semi erect penis while rubbing some form of oil onto her hands from the bottle.
"Is this as much as you are able to achieve?" She asked kindly.
I lifted my head and looked.
"Maybe it could get a little harder but not much."
"Well what I am about to do will release the blood vessels in your penis and improve the circulation. Just relax, most men really enjoy this part of the treatment." She smiled.
She started to rub the oil into my cock and then with smooth, deliberate strokes, massaged it from the base to the tip. I was obviously expert at masturbating my own cock and several women I had slept with had fiddled about with varying degrees of competence but this was something quite different. Her smooth hands glided over my shaft and I could feel it begin to swell.
"Very good." She remarked, "Once the course of treatment is over you will be able to make love to your wife all night."
"Sounds good to me." I replied absentmindedly.
I closed my eyes and allowed her to continue working on my rapidly expanding cock. I was not fully hard but it felt as hard, if not harder than it had been in a while.
"It doesn't matter if you ejaculate." She said, "Many men do and it is good for the process."
I was somewhat taken aback by this but the sensations in my groin were taking over my logical thought processes. The oil obviously had something in it that made my cock tingle and my balls felt hot and heavy. Usually when I, or anyone else masturbated my cock they would increase both the rhythm and pressure but she just continued with the slow, steady strokes from the base of my cock to the sensitive tip.
I was not sure how I felt about ejaculating while this woman massaged my cock. A combination of guilt and shame ran through my mind but this was a medical procedure, albeit a Chinese medical procedure. This woman was a professional. Well, she was certainly very proficient at massaging my aching cock. Then it happened.
"There." She said as my cock started to spew my hot cum over her fingers.
I was in a dream. This woman had made me reach orgasm and I was covering her hand in my spunk. She seemed completely indifferent to what had just happened. A few more strokes as she seemed to massage the last of my load from the end of my cock and then she went to a small sink in the corner of the room and washed her hands. Filling a small bowl with warm water and adding a few drops of some essential oil she returned to me and started to wash my cock.
"When I am done here you can get dressed and pay my husband." She said, "Have you booked your next appointment?"
"Not yet." I managed to say.
