Post-Ingestion Hyper Arousal

“She’s an edge case, Doctor McGee,” you said, trying to keep a straight face as the sweaty superhero in your lap’s wandering grip around your cock turned into idle stroking. “Batgirl suffers Post-Ingestion Hyper Arousal,” you went on to explain. “It was quite apparent after I gave her the dosage.”

The doctor stared at you, into you, her expression hard to read… until she gave a banal sigh and approached your overloaded chair.

“You’re sure about this diagnosis?” she asked, pitying eyes falling onto the girl laying on your chest.

“One hundred percent,” you said quickly. The dreamy patient was still gently jerking your stiff cock. Doctor McGee nodded then bent down.

“Batgirl, can you hear me?” she asked the masked hero.

“Of course I can,” replied Batgirl, almost giddy. When she looked up at her interviewer she let out a breath. “You’re really pretty Miss Tina…” she said rather reverently. “Can I kiss you too?”

The woman’s eyebrow cocked, but then she smiled.

“It’s Doctor Tina,” she said, as if correcting a student becoming too familiar with a teacher. “And are you sure you really want to kiss an old lady like me?”

“Doctor… McGee…” Batgirl repeated. Then you felt her body stiffen against you, followed by a short gasp as she let go of your dick and jumped off your lap. “Oh god! Doctor McGee!” she cried, covering her mouth with her hands in shock. “I’m… I don’t know why I said that I…”

As her senses returned, embarrassment rushed through her body. She realised her pussy was still exposed and hastily pulled up her pants, needing to bear their cold dampness which made her let out a shaky breath. “Oh god I made Doctor Doe…” She turned to you now, unable to even finish the thought, eyes wide behind her mask.

“It’s okay,” you assured her. You got to your feet, putting on shorts now too.

‘Yes Doctor Doe deals with this kind of thing all the time,” Doctor McGee said, more or less truthfully. She went to the table by the wall where there was a ready pitcher of water and poured two glasses. “It’s all part of the job. It’s what we signed up for.” She offered the thirsty patient a glass and put one in your hand. You glanced to your colleague, surprised. Not by the water, but because she said ‘we’.

Whether Batgirl caught that or not you weren’t sure, though she did calm down, nodding then taking a long drink from her cup. Her cheeks were still pink with embarrassment but she smiled and wiped her lips.

“This is all so crazy,” she said finally, letting out a laugh which seemed to relieve some of her worrying tension. “That did feel incredible though,” the heroine thought to add. “Those really are some magic fingers.”

Doctor McGee’s lips were a line, though their corners curved ever so subtly upwards.You sipped your highly refreshing water quietly.

“Let’s send you back to Gotham,” McGee said, putting her hands gently onto Batgirl’s shoulders to help guide her out of the room. She looked over her shoulder at you before she was out the door. “I’ll see you in the lab in a minute, Doctor,” McGee said. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

Once alone, you managed to remain professional and not lick your juice soaked fingers. You did give them a quick sniff (and for some reason you were reminded of fresh strawberries even though that wasn’t her smell) before wiping your hands with some handy wet wipes.