Let Wonder Woman Do It

“I’m fine if Wonder Woman wants to,” you said, swallowing hard after making the not-so-difficult decision. Doctor McGee didn’t exactly roll her eyes but she pulled off her glove with a snap.

“Of course,” she scoffed, and you still weren’t sure if she was offended or what. In any case that hardly mattered now because you were about to be jerked off by freaking Wonder Woman. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” the doctor told Diana. That could have several meanings but you took it more as a warning to the Amazon.

“Don’t worry, I saw quite a few techniques in the videos,” the hero quipped, and even this made McGee smile despite herself and sighed with a shake of her head.

“Are you ready, Doctor?” Wonder Woman asked, this time looking up at you. You nodded and realised that she would have to pull your shorts down for you. “The concept of a glory hole is fascinating,” she started conversationally. Her hands gripped the legs of your shorts and she, very slowly, began to drag them down. The fabric rubbed against your erection and was a surreal and supremely enjoyable sensation, especially when paired with the anticipation on Wonder Woman’s face. “And perhaps it is the addiction, or just an awakening of my sexuality, but I very much would like to experience something like it.” Then your cock was out, but you saw the woman suddenly close her eyes, just before she saw any of your flesh. Eyes still closed she went on. “If you’ll indulge me, Doctor. Let me treat this like a real glory hole,” and she let go of the shorts. They dropped to the floor and she leaned back into the booth.

You realised that a ‘glory hole’ experience meant that she shouldn’t see the dick, or its owner, she was going to service until it popped out from the other side of the hole. God damn. You appreciated how into the idea your patient appeared to be and quickly stepped out of your shorts and behind the wall. It wasn’t easy to maneuver your dick into the opening with your erection standing up so straight, but you were a professional and managed to bend then slide it through on the third try. “Oh my!” you heard from the other side of the divider. That’s when you finally looked over to McGee, who was observing the entire procedure from her chair. She made eye contact with you but her expression was kind of unreadable. She shrugged and continued to watch, which just made your dick harder.

Then you felt a finger trail the length of your cock and got stiffer still. From the head down to the base of your shaft the Amazon seemed to be studying your form with her fingers. You decided to flex, making your cock bob and heard Diana’s breath. “Oh you… have control,” she noted with surprise. You did it a couple of times more, sort of like nodding your penis, and heard a soft chuckle. “Amazing,” she said kindly, and ran another finger along the top of your shaft from base to tip. “Oh!”

You wondered at the reaction then felt an approaching warmth, a slight breath right at the tip of your dick as she leaned in closer. “You are producing a clear fluid,” she said, sounding equal parts fascinated and worried.

“That’s his precum,” Doctor McGee interjected, rather clinically and suddenly, as if to remind you both that she was there. “Colloquailly. Also known as pre-ejaculate, or Cowper’s fluid.

“Precum,” you heard Wonder Woman repeat in awe, seemingly liking the sound of that term the most. Then you felt the hand of the Amazon wrap around your shaft and you let out a groan. She had big hands for a woman, and while you could sense the strength in her firm grip, her palms were supremely soft and warm. She kind of just held you for a minute and you really could not wait to go back to rewatch the footage of this later to see what kind of expression she was wearing. And you held still too, not wanting to make another sound or any sudden movement, as if afraid you would frighten away a skittish animal. “I wonder how it tastes,” she said, and at the moment you could feel the bead of precum that was on your dick fall to the gravity of the situation. “Mmmmm…” you heard, and realised she must have caught the droplet with her tongue. You shivered at the image in your head then looked over to McGee. And you saw she was transfixed on what was happening inside the booth.

Now Diana’s hand moved, and while she kept her grip in one place the pleasant pumping motion felt sensational. You realised now that she was trying to milk more precum out of you. And you were getting it milked out. You could feel your body giving the hero what she wanted, the slightly viscous fluid flowing through your shaft and making the tip of your dick feel cool as the air made contact. And your dick was perfectly angled downward so that your fluids would drip out and into the waiting mouth you were picturing in your mind. The dosage room was silent save for the sounds inside the booth. The hum each time Wonder Woman tasted you, the breath she took as she swallowed her new favourite treat. Your knees felt like they could go at any moment with how amazing the woman’s slow and patient pumps were. She had started to move her hand more freely up and down your dick, angled it up on occasion to let your precum drip down your shaft, over her hands, and she used it as a natural lube.

You had to wonder how many glory hole videos she had watched, because her technique was remarkable, or perhaps it was the fantastical novelty and knowledge that it was Wonder Woman jerking you off on the other side of the wall that made this the best handjob you had ever received. “You produce so much precum,” she said, still going at her slow, luxurious pace, and you just wanted to be worked on like this forever. Your toes were curling and you couldn’t help giving a few thrusts into the hole on her downstrokes. “And it’s so delicious.”

Fuck you wanted to cum so badly, but also didn’t want to rush this. “Does that feel good, Doctor?” came her sultry voice and you swallowed hard to catch your breath.

“Yes,” you croaked, not sure if you were really heard all that clearly behind the wall. “That feels wonderful,” you added, louder. She giggled, appreciating your choice of words, and started stroking a little faster. A bit firmer. Damn she was making quick work of you. Wonder Woman was talented.

“I can’t wait to taste your cum again,” she said, sounding breathless. “It’s been on my mind all day.” This was very different from the first time you delivered her dosage though the booth, aside from the fact that she was the one jerking you off this time. Her tone had been a lot more casual, curious and conversational then. But here she was expressing more of her lust, no longer holding up that veil of politeness. Perhaps the false anonymity of the wall was bringing this out of her, this strange roleplay of a superhero visiting a gloryhole letting her act out. “I want it…” she breathed, now pulling your cock with intent. “I want your cum, John.”

There was no anonymity, she knew your name and you knew who she was. She was thirsty and jerking your rigid dick with purpose. “Please… please cum…please cum for me, John...”

You nodded, though she couldn’t see you, then swore as she pushed you towards the edge.

“I’m cumming!” you told her, that ingrained professional courtesy of yours crying out moments before you erupted.

“Yes!” you heard, then you were jerked forward with **** and your face slammed into the metal wall of the booth. The experience would have been dizzying enough, but now you were actually in a daze as your cock was milked for all it was worth by an Amazon’s hand. The confusing pain in your head seemed insubstantial with the waves of pleasure wafting up through your body as you offered hot blast after hot blast of cum to your patient on the other side of the glory hole. Wonder Woman’s build up earned her a huge reward, your balls continuing to pump out what she needed from you for what felt like several seconds until, with a wheeze in your chest, you were finally spent.

“Oh my god are you okay?” came a voice that was suddenly right next to you. You squinted through your pleasure blurred vision and saw Doctor McGee by your side. Still being milked by the hungry Wonder Woman on the other side of the wall you shuddered, heard some lip smacking sounds and was eventually released. You stumbled back two steps but was able to stay upright despite shaky legs. McGee’s hand was on your back to and she was touching your forehead. You blinked, wincing at the bloom of pain from her contact.

“Ow. It’s fine,” you said automatically, grimacing. The doctor clicked her tongue, dissatisfied by your insistence that you were fine and studied the bruise forming on your forehead.

“I’m sorry!” you heard, and Wonder Woman had popped her head out of the booth looking horrified. And the lower half of her face was dripping with fresh semen. She stepped out, revealing splotches of your sticky goo on her cleavage, some on her armor. Her right hand was coated. Even the some of the green sensor pads had cum on them. “I… I got carried away,” she apologized, realising what she had done now that her head was clear. She rushed up to you as well.

“Really, I’m good…” you assured her.

“Well I don’t think you have a concussion,” McGee said, still closely observing you and brushing your hair back. You were not used to this kind of aftercare since it was usually the patient that required it. And both beautiful women being so attentive to you was already making your still hard cock throb. The hem of McGee’s lab coat brushed against your dick and you twitched, looking down. She followed your eyes, saw that part of her coat had stuck onto you and hurriedly pulled it away and stepped back. Then she saw the mess you had made of Wonder Woman and seemed to wake up to the situation.

Diana was only relieved after McGee’s diagnosis and gave you a tight, apologetic smile. It was a beautiful thing when it was dripping with cum. And as if reminded of what just happened she looked at her hand, the one she had been expertly jerking you with, saw the leftover cum and couldn’t help herself. Both you and McGee watched her lick her fingers clean of your cooling spum, then she saw the splattering on her breasts and scooped them up carefully.

“Mmm…” she hummed, sucking up any last dregs of your cum she could find, swiping her face to make sure. What an amazing job you had. Seeing that she was being stared at by both doctors she froze, eyes darting from you then to Tina and back, and grinned. “I’m done,” she announced sheepishly.

McGee handed Wonder Woman a towel, and was about to hand one to you too until she remembered your hands. Without a word she bent down, picked up your shorts, used the towel to roughly wipe down your crotch then quickly helped you get dressed. Diana didn’t pay much mind to it, busy wiping herself down redundantly and picking the sensor stickers off of her skin. McGee tried to not make a big deal out of it either but you quietly mouthed a thank you to her and she looked away and cleared her throat.

“Shall we have some dinner?” Wonder Woman asked, and the absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on you and you chuckled. Noticing that you were indeed fine, despite having bandaged hands and a welt on your forehead, McGee smiled too.

“You two go ahead,” she said, throwing the towels into a basket in the corner of the room. “I’ll clean up here and meet you.” Wonder Woman, perhaps not knowing that the Watchtower Guardians were perfectly equipped to clean things up, didn’t suspect a thing simply nodded then looked to you. McGee paid no attention to either of you, feigning preoccupation in tidying up the lab. You escorted the superhero out of the dosage room, taking one glance over your shoulder and watched the panel by the door flash red as it was locked from the inside.