Batgirl's First Treatment

The machine (that would fabricate your protective suit) would take a while to do its thing. Meanwhile you and Tina returned to where Batgirl had been patiently waiting. You saw her sitting cross-legged on the gym mat, mediating.

“It’s time for your dose, Batgirl,” said Doctor McGee, to which the patient opened her eyes and looked up at you. For a moment you wondered if you could just drop your pants here and stuff your cock in her mouth. “Doctor Doe will take you to the treatment chamber,” your colleague said as the Gotham vigilante got to her feet. “I need to crunch some numbers in the labs. Are you sure you can do this?” The doctor turned to you now. “Diana’s next dose is in four hours.”

“I’ll have enough time,” you told her again. There was a nod, Doctor McGee deferring to your own expertise now on your recovery time. She trusted your judgement. You were marginally confident in your estimations at this point. Not to mention that short… interaction… with Tina a few minutes ago had you needing to release the pressure valve.

“You’re in good hands, Batgirl,” your fellow scientist assured the auburn haired hero. She gave you a brave, slightly nervous smile as Doctor McGee left to do lab work.

“This way,” you said, a bit anxious yourself.

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The treatment room seemed bigger somehow, or maybe it was because you were rarely the tallest person in the room in a headquarters for superheroes. Batgirl stepped over to the chairs in the center and tapped the back of one idly.

“So I guess I know how this works,” she said, looking to the floor then to the ceiling in thought. She was pointedly avoiding glancing anywhere near your direction, but kept her tone casual. “I just… give you a blowjob and you give me… my dose?”

You swallowed and tried to remain cool. You really should not have felt this nervous. You had delivered hundreds of doses to dozens of patients before ever setting foot in the Watchtower. And now you had moved onto Superheroes (and the occasionally supervillian), yet the most normal girl you had met in the last couple of weeks was making you sweat?

“That’s one way,” you explained to your newest patient. “It doesn’t have to be a blowjob… it could just be a handjob. Or … whatever,” you went on, and the absurdity of the conversation didn’t seem lost on Batgirl either, whose face you spied a small smirk. “You don’t even have to touch me if you don’t want to. I can handle myself, so to speak, and … I could even ejaculate into a separate receptacle for you.”

“But it’s better if I… you know… extract it myself?” she asked, now finally looking at you. Her hard gaze made your already swelled erection twitch.

“It is shown to be more effective to … self administer,” you confirmed, remaining professional. Batgirl stepped around the chair.

“Well then doctor… where do you want me?” She seemed to catch herself then and wrung her hands behind her back. “Sorry… I’m feeling a little strange,” she said, not quite blushing but maybe that was hard to tell under her mask. “I was just thinking about when you were treating Zatanna and Wonder Woman… and I can’t believe how hot I found it.”

You blinked, not really expecting any kind of confession but you let Batgirl get her feelings out. It usually helped a newly admitted cum addict mentally process this whole ‘ordeal’. “And look… I’m not like a prude or anything. And I’m not a… I’m not the other kind of girl. I’m not easy… I’ve had like two boyfriends my whole life. But…” There was a pause as Batgirl looked into you, her crystal blue eyes taking you in. Her comment about past relationships really brought her relative youth to the forefront. “I’ve really… really wanted to … do things to you. As soon as I met you.”

She stepped up closer now, her hands still behind her back. “I knew you were going to be my donor and I… I was so relieved. Then images just started popping up in my head. And instead of being worried about having these kinds of thoughts for a perfect stranger… I just felt like… it would be real nice just to do those things I pictured myself doing to you. My handsome. Cum addiction. Doctor…”

She punctuated those last few dreamy words by poking you. In the. Chest. It was adorably flirty and Batgirl was quite obviously keen to receive her dose now.

“I can stay standing if you want to sit,” you offered kindly, your hands going down to the front of your waistband. That smile of hers showed glinting teeth and she shook her head.

“I… kind of want to be on my knees,” she admitted, her own hands now balled into fists by her side. Not an uncommon urge in addicts, you would note. You nodded and helped yourself to the chair instead, and you parted your knees to let Batgirl sink to hers between them.

“I’ll let you go at your own pace then,” you explained. “You can do whatever you want.” How generous and understanding of you. With permission now granted, Batgirl reached for your waistband and with a simmering excitement drew your pants down. Your erection whipped up to greet her and she had an awed expression. She had seen your dick before, but up close it was somehow different. Now it was really real.

“You… you smell so good,” she said, and you saw her nostrils flare under the pointed noise of her mask. “I bet you taste-” and she leaned in, not finishing the sentence, urge overtaking her, and kissed your stiff shaft. Her plush lips and soft tongue were like a hot wet brand, and she pressed her face into you for only a few seconds but you were almost shocked by how good that felt. She licked those lips, a slight shiver running through her, the girl so visibly aroused by being allowed to indulge. She opened those eyes again and wrapped a hand around the base of your dick. The palm side of her gloves felt remarkably soft. “Do you like it more if I focus on the head?” she asked, then demonstrated, pulling your cock down to swallow the head and focus on it. You ‘endured’ a few lovely seconds of Batgirl applying a gentle wet suction to your bulging tip, reminiscent of what Doctor McGee had done earlier, and then she popped you out. “Or should I try to get every inch of you down?” She regarded your large, slightly spit shined penis with a determined air and moved in, kissing and licking up your length, almost measuring you with her tongue as she painted on another coat of saliva then paused near the tip. “I’m not that great at deepthroating yet,” she professed a bit sheepishly. Yet. She already had improvement plans, it seemed.

You wondered if she could tell you were sweating and hoped the long breath you took would slow your heartbeat a little. “What do you like? What do you want me to do?” she asked, with heart aching earnesty.

“I’ll enjoy whatever you do,” you said, not so much an assurance for her as it was your own confession. Her mouth was a treasure of warmth and wetness and you were confident this first dose would not take her long to earn. Batgirl was blushing now, you could clearly tell. Whether from your words or her natural bodily responses was harder to discern, but she definitely breathed harder as she basked in the heat of your member. She lowered herself, mouth going to your balls, nose flaring again to take in your scent as she lapped up your nuts. Batgirl was thorough… eager to please… a person with drive to do the best job possible. Perhaps seeing what Zatanna and Wonder Woman had done to you made her a bit… competitive. Perhaps aspirational.

Up she went again, letting you feel the broadness of her tongue all across your girth and then she was back to stuffing you into her mouth. That suction again, with some attempts to have you drill deeper, but she was methodical about it and you sighed, feeling her thick spit dribbling down to your swollen, ready testicles. She came up for air, a short gasp, a quick slurp of drool.

“You can touch me,” she said, icy blue eyes staring up at you. “You can… hold my head I mean… if you want…” If you wanted? Batgirl’s workaround for her apparently subservient manner made you smile. You nodded and she went back to sucking your cock. Reaching down you brushed some of the hair that spilled out from behind her cowl back over her shoulders, not that it was in the way, but she seemed to appreciate the caress of your fingers and hummed around your meat. You placed your hands onto her head then, feeling the strange material of her cowl and what must have been a dense protective plating underneath, shaped perfectly to fit her skull. You found your hands continued to move up however, and now you were grasping onto her ‘ears’. The bat ears. The two sharp protrusion that pointed straight up from the sides of her mask were firm, easy hand holds. Her held on with loose wrists as you let Batgirl bob on your cock. After a few seconds you gripped harder then started to guide her movements more, pushing her down deeper, making her take more of your cock into her tight, spit soaked confines. She gurgled with effort but her shoulders remained relaxed.

“That’s it…” you breathed. “You’re doing so well.” The encouragement spurned a fiercer head movement and soon you were hanging on so tight to her horns your palms hurt. You had to let go, afraid you might snap them off, or they might cut you, and leaned back a bit in the chair. “Ohhh fuck I’m gonna cum, Batgirl!” you groaned urgently. At this there was a wet grumble and then a gasp, cold air now on your hot wet dick.

“I want to see it!” she said, both hands now wrapping around you near the base, and she was almost praying for your cum with the way her fingers slid up and down. You were at bursting point already and grunted in your chest. Cum rushed up your core and shot out hotly into the air. She nearly squealed and kept pumping, and your cum lanced onto her face, the first thick spurts splashing onto her mask, streaking onto her cheeks.

“Swallow!” you managed to groan, needing to remind your patient of the entire point of all this. “Your mouth… your mouth!”

The words got through to the addled Batgirl and she dropped the head of your spurting cock into her gaping mouth. She held your pulsing head right on her lower lip, milking you with her gloved fingers, gathering the rest of your precious, slimy, goopy load onto her tongue. Batgirl’s blue eyes fluttered open and she held you in her mouth, sucking for your still seeping jizz, her dark mask dripping with your hot and sticky seed, as were her exposed cheeks and pink lips.

She closed her mouth, your dick slipping out and drooping just slightly. Batgirl swallowed your copious cum, needing to let out a little moan of bliss as it slithered down her throat. Not wanting her to waste any of this precious treatment you used your fingers to clean her mask. She held still, rather in a daze, and let you swipe and scoop the cum off her cowl. When you fed her your fingers she sucked at them eagerly, not letting a digit go until it was clean. You ran your fingers on her cheeks and chin next, Batgirl now familiar with the rewarding process, and again licked you cleaned down to the knuckle, not letting a droplet of cum go to waste. Even after your hands were clean she had to lean down and check your still mostly erect cock, with her tongue, and ensured she was truly and completely dosed.

That moment seemed to click in Batgirl’s brain and she let out a breath and shook her head.

“Hooo… wow. That was… so amazing,” she said, and you had to agree. She licked her lips, still looking up at you with a kind of thirst. “I mean… I’ve never been so turned on in my life, Doctor…” She put her hands on your knees to push herself onto her feet. She exhaled greatly and seemed a little wild eyed but managed to calm herself to just the odd fidget. “I’ve never been this wet before…” she said, not exactly worried, but very breathy. There was another thoughtful moment for the girl and she seemed to shiver. She slid a hand over her crotch then, and let out a gasp. She was grabbing herself right in front of you. “Oh god… is this normal, Doctor? I really need to… oh my gosh… I’m so wet...”

You stared up at the costumed hero, standing there, squirming as she squeezed her hand between her thighs. She seemed just about ready to unbuckle her utility belt.

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