Instructional Cock Sucking

You were seated on a chair now. A comfy one. Maybe it wasn’t comfortable. It wasn’t important. What was important was that you weren’t wearing anything below the waist, and Wonder Woman was kneeling between your knees. Your erection was stiff and steady, her hand wrapped around the base of your cock in her easy and relaxed grip.

“Stroke him slowly,” McGee instructed, and the patient obeyed. She began to run her hand up and down your shaft. Slowly. As instructed. You glanced up at your colleague, her arms crossed as she half sat, half leaned on the workbench next to you. The expression on her face was hard to discern, not quite smiling, not so much frowning, but something in her eyes made you feel hot under the collar. Or that may have just been the fact that Wonder Woman was very patiently and skillfully jerking you off. It was impossible not to focus on her, on her hand, her fingers, that fierce warrior visage now captivating, angelic. Cheeks flushed. Biting her lower lip. The want in her eyes had you throbbing.

You leant back, exhaling. This was the best massage you ever had, Diana’s fingers like magic on the most tense inches of your body. “She’s good huh?” Tina wondered aloud, getting your attention again. She didn’t sound jealous, exactly, but you had the parting thought. It was hard to keep that on your mind, especially when she went on being Wonder Woman’s guide with that same steady cadence. “Use your tongue now, Diana. Make sure the good doctor is nice and w-... lubricated.”

There’s a breath of excitement from the obedient Amazon, as if she was finally being let off the leash. The moment before was savoured almost as much as the moment she tasted you again. Wonder Woman’s spit was thick. She’d been drooling from the anticipation but keeping it in her mouth until now. Her hot tongue slathered you, the length of you, from base to tip being treated to her wet lick. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, a moan stuck in her throat as she moved upwards to your crown. Soft lips made their way back down, butterflying to your balls where her tongue snaked out again. She slurped up, repeating the process, dragging the flat of her sensitive muscle along. The metal in her boots and skirt clinked as she shuffled and repositioned herself on her knees, wanting to attack your shaft from all angles, to make sure every inch of you was coated in her warm saliva.

Your dick stuck to her cheek as she nursed on your left nut, that tongue caressing the wrinkles of your swelling testicles. She kissed them, humming, as if sensing the hearty load you were producing for her in there.

“Enough teasing, Wonder Woman,” came what would have been stern words from Doctor McGee if not for the playful hint in her tone and smile.

“Enough… teasing…” the Princess breathed, her face red, almost panting at this point, as if she had been through strenuous exercise. You realise then that she sort of had. Only being ‘allowed’ to lick your cock up and down for a few minutes had been driving the Amazon wild. Her thighs shifted constantly, gaze almost glassy but affixed so intently on your cock you wondered if X-Ray vision was one of her powers. It was the hero battling with her body. A contest of will. The mental against the physical. But finally she could let the Woman in Wonder Woman take over.

She took your cock into her mouth, slurping with thirst, drowning your head in spit. The chair legs squeaked as she pulled you forward, her strength still very much super. It only dawned on you then that the Amazon could pick you up bodily and throw you around with ease if she were inclined to, and though many new thoughts fluttered through your mind in that moment they were fleeting. The vision of the warrior princess bobbing up and down on your cock was front and center, her eyes closed in a blissful concentration. Her technique compared to the last two times had your breath catching. She was having you reach deeper now, taking more of your girthy length than ever. There was a noise, sounding like a gulp, from the instructing doctor.

“Wow… did you teach her that?” McGee asked you, her gaze fixed on the Amazon’s efforts. Kind of. Not exactly. It was hard to come up with an answer, the wet hole of Diana’s mouth making your joints feel like jelly. With your cock crammed in there with her searching, tasting tongue, all you could do was appreciate the superheroine’s talents.

“She… she’s a natural,” you blurted regrettably. McGee did frown at this, but Wonder Woman’s eyes shot open, almost sparkling. She didn’t stop sucking you, taking your cock deeper, her wet breaths shortening as she was urged on. Then finally you found her throat and there was a jolting moment. You let out a groan, stuffed now in the Amazon’s skull, her hands gripping your knees. The battle of wills again. Wonder Woman vs Her Gag Reflex. She fought it bodily, pushing herself down further on your cock, her grip on your legs tightening. You felt the pressure around your member, the spasming from her panicked throat. “Diana?” McGee started, quieted from her surprise at this turn from the Amazon. “Diana… that’s enough Diana. Diana… that’s.”

Her nails were digging into you now and you winced, pain and pleasure wafting through you in almost equal measure. You could see the tears starting to streak down Wonder Woman’s face, her body shuddering as she held you in her throat. “That’s enough!” McGee shouted, stepping forward, but your arm shot out, not so much to block her but just from your body’s convulsive reaction.

“I’m cumming! Fuck! Oh shit I’m cumming!” you grunted as stars supernova’d before your eyes. Even with her powerful arms holding down your thighs you bucked your hips, the first gout of your hot cum demanding it as it poured out right into Diana’s throat. The pain in your legs was real, her hold vice-like, but with each spurt there came that momentary wave of absolute bliss.

McGee stood there, mesmerised, as Wonder Woman took it. Your cock throbbed in her mouth, in her throat, flooded her with fountaining cum. It was audible. The gulping. The Princess of Themyscira opened up her throat to get her creamy load from you, spurt after spurt.

When her hands finally eased you let out a long breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Sharp complaints from where he had dug nails into you had you grimacing through your panting. It didn’t feel so bad though, your still engorged cock tingling as Wonder Woman slowly pulled away. She drew you from her mouth slowly, ceremoniously, like a sword from a sheath. Clinging strings of spit drooped out from her lips and the tip of your cock, her soft grip returned around your base. Even her blink seemed like it was in slow motion, her gaze still glued to your swollen crown. She gave a tiny burp. That seemed to break the spell and everyone in the room came to.

“Diana are you alright?” McGee had to ask, and she was visibly flustered, up to her pink forehead where she wiped off sweat. The Princess nodded, smiling. Her cheeks were tear streaked. She half laughed, half spluttered.

“Oh yes,” she replied, giving your dick a few slow strokes as if to thank it, like shaking a sloppy wet hand. Finally she let you go and stood, a picture of poise and strength. Taking your load directly down her throat had the hero feeling better than she had all day. The sight of her though… skirt slightly askew and cleavage shinny with her own drool still dripping off her chin and running down her neck. You throbbed. “I need a shower now,” Wonder Woman told the room, then turned and headed to the door… not in a rush, maybe a bit more hurried than usual.

“Her condition is getting worse,” Tina said when the Amazon was out of earshot. But her cock sucking skills were getting better, you thought. You kept that to yourself. Slipping back into your professional frame of mind you had to agree. Diana was starting to show secondary symptoms common to hardcore cum addicts. “She almost choked herself deepthroating your cock,” Tina went on. You looked up at her, surprised at the graphic description of what you just experienced. “She could hurt herself trying to get her dose.” She saw the indentation of her nails in your thighs. “Or hurt someone else…”

That was true. Again, you didn’t admit this out loud, but the image of Wonder Woman passing out from **** on your cock, too thirsty for your cum to take a breath, made you throb. But of course that wasn’t what you actually wanted to happen. “We’ll need to… teach her proper technique,” the doctor said. You stared at her for a minute, brain not quite registering her words immediately. Tina’s face was a mask of pure professionalism, betraying nothing to you but true concern for your shared patient. “We’ll need to teach Diana how to deepthroat you. Safely.”