Betty can't help herself

"Martin, hon, this is really inappropriate," Betty said as she gingerly stretched her hand toward my cock. I moved my own hand away to make room for hers. She rested her hand gently on my penis, and her skin's softness and warmth was better than any painkiller she could have prescribed me. "Martin, please, I don't want to do this," she protested.

Well, what was the point of the surgery? I smiled to myself.

"Sorry, Betty, but I need to know if my surgery worked. Please stroke me," I said.

Betty's previously cheery demeanor changed into a scowl. "No," she said - but even as the word passed through her lips, her fingers wrapped around my penis. She started to run her hand up and down my enlarged cock, a look of disgust on her face. "What the fuck?" she asked.

"Those are the pheromones at work, Betty," I said with a smile. "You may as well enjoy yourself."

Betty continued to work my penis as it grew harder and longer. I could tell that she didn't want to be here anymore, but she was unwilling to pull her hand away. Eventually, she settled for closing her eyes and turning her pretty face away as she continued to limply stroke my dick.

"My dick needs better attention, Betty," I said. "I need you to make me cum."

She whimpered, saying nothing, but she did increase her pace. Finally, overcome with excitement about my enhanced member and this beautiful nurse's hand on it, I started shooting my load all over her hand. To my surprise, though I should have figured it out, she still didn't pull her hand away.

"Can I go now?" Betty asked quietly.

"Not yet, Betty," I said. "I need to check something else."

"Oh God, what now?"