Try the pill

You're only half paying attention to her. Something about tests. You've always hated tests at school. You only passed because you were a good guesser most of the time. You're not a thinker, you're a doer! A doer of women's throats. You chuckle at your wit as you pop a piece of candy into your mouth. It's sweet and dissolves quickly on your tongue. Miss thinks-she's-so-smart-it's-sexy is talking again.

"Doctor! What did you do?" She looks aghast. "That was the sensitivity pill! You were supposed to give it to a test subject so that we could observe the results together."

"Uh, what?" is your brilliant response.

"Doctor, you might want to sit down. That pill is going to make your whole body incredibly sensitive. We even discussed trying it in the anti-gravity room so as to reduce the effect on the subject." She's not quite panicking, but she's getting close.

What is she babbling on about, you wonder. You feel fine. Great, even! This has been going on too long without any lips on your cock. You have a full on erection now and you know exactly where you want to put it.

You advance on Dr. Throat, arms outstretched when something brings you to a full stop. You are keenly aware of your pants rubbing against the head of your cock. Puzzled, you take another step. There it is again! Well, it's nothing that won't be cured when it's buried in the science bitch's throat. You take another step and the sensation almost knocks you to the ground. It's like someone is roughly rubbing your cock in a **** dry hump. You need to sit after all.

Dee notices your discomfort and pulls up a chair for you. You drop down into it and immediately yelp. It felt like someone slapped your ass. Hard.

"Doctor, what are you experiencing? I need to start taking notes." Dee is holding that clipboard and pen at the ready.

"I-i-it's..." you stammer. Even your lips, mouth and throat are sensitized. "I feel like a walking cock. Everything is so sensitive."

She doesn't look up, but begins writing down everything you say. "I hope you don't mind me including that vulgar language in the report, Doctor. Tell me about the sensation. Is it painful or pleasant?"

"I've never felt my cock so hard in my life!" You exclaim. You want to free it from it's clothing confines, but the thought of moving that much scares you.

"Oh my!" She's blushing now, but still writing. She pauses and looks up at you. "Doctor, are you ready for some additional tests? There's something that I'd like to try."

You can only stare. Mouth agape, you have no idea what to say. While you're not in pain, it's just too much sensation to process.

Dee takes your silence as acquiescence. Tentatively, she reaches over and lifts your hand to her mouth. Gently, she kisses your fingertips. You groan at the sensation. It's almost like each finger has a cock head on it. Then, she takes your middle finger into her mouth and gently sucks on the tip. You can feel it in your cock. No, you can still feel that rubbing against your pants. You don't know what is happening, but it feels a like you're getting a blowjob and no one's touching your cock!

She keeps going, she slides down your finger and takes it completely in her mouth. You can do nothing but moan in response. Your cock is throbbing, which is only making it worse. She is swirling her tongue now. She can pick up your finger and wrap her tongue around it so much easier than an actual penis. You've never felt anything like this before.

Dr. Throat seems to be enjoying herself. She glances down and looks directly at the pulsing bulge in your pants. She smiles. "Mmmmm..." The vibrations send waves a pleasure through your body and your eyes roll into the back of you head. Suddenly, you sopping wet finger is free from her mouth and the cold air makes you shiver violently.

"Sorry." She says. From her smile, you get the impression that she's not. "I think we need to take the experiment to the next phase." She gently puts your hand back down. Standing directly in front of you, she starts unbuttoning her lab coat. Starting from the bottom and moving ever so slowly. It's like a strip tease, but without the dancing and gyrating that normally comes with one. Briefly, you think that if she gives you a lap dance, you might pass out.

As she works her way up, you see a splash of color under her white coat. Panties? No, it's something else. At least you know now that she wasn't wearing a skirt under there after all. She reveals more and more as she goes up. You see that it's all one piece and closed together with lacy ties. It's a corset! Dark purple with black trim. You didn't think you could get any harder.

Finally, she lets the lab coat fall to the floor. You're mesmerized by the sight of her perky tits being pushed together in the corset. Her nipples are just barely peaking over the top of it. You can barely focus enough to listen to her when she starts speaking again. "I know it's not protocol lab safety equipment, but I've been wanting to show you this for a while, Doctor."

You're drooling.

Without another word, she walks closer to you and starts unbuttoning your lab coat. Did you have that on this whole time? In what must be an intentional move on her part, she bends at the waist giving you a magnificent view of her rack. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you slide your hand under the top of the corset, freeing a tit and start massaging it. It's like your getting a tit job, it feels so good. You see her biting her lip now, she's enjoying it too.

After what feels like an eternity, she gets the coat off. Completely at odds with her previous actions, she places her hands at your waist band and yanks your pants in one motion, leaving you gasping.

"Sorry. I was worried you wouldn't last much longer," she says with a shy smile. You're wondering how you've managed this long yourself. Kneeling in front of you now, she lines up her mouth with your cock. Finally, this is the moment you've been waiting for. She clamps down it and give it a quick suck.

Your world explodes and then fades to black. You float somewhere in a blissful ocean of pleasure, completely content. You stay that way for what feels like hours before you are suddenly ripped back to consciousness. The sight that greets you is no less perfect, however.

Dr. Dee Throat is holding you steady with both hands. One tit is free of the corset, the other looks like it will spill out at any moment. A long smear of cum drips down her face. It starts in her hair, goes over her glasses and hangs from her chin. You see a pool of it has collected in her cleavage. She looks at you with concern, then relief as you start coming to.

"Are you ok, Doctor? You came and then passed out almost immediately." The worry is evident in her voice.

You wave her off and take stock of yourself. The sight of her covered in your cum has made your throbbing hard again. "I'm fine. Continue with the experiment," your order.

She smiles gleefully and kneels between your legs again. She pauses just long enough to remove her glasses, lick the cum off and then put them back on again.

There's no foreplay this time. You've had enough anyways. She takes your cock whole, down to the base. At first you thought you were too weak to even sit up, but the sensation jolts you forward and you grab her head with both hands. You don't have the strength to pull her into you, but you can guide her. When you push down, she slides down your shaft. When you relent, she glides back up it. You can't form words at this point. You groan and gasp at every movement.

Normally, getting head so close to orgasm would make you last at least a little longer, but now you are too sensitive for even that. Each flick of her tongue feels like ten. Her two lips feel like a hundred. Her own moans make you feel like someone has stuck a vibrator under your super sensitive balls sack.

Back and forth, back and forth her head goes. You're clinging on for dear life now. You can't last any longer but you're **** for more. The moment has come. You groan loudly and push her head down. You can feel her gulping down your seed. Her tongue flicks your shaft, urging for more.

You give it to her. You stay like that for several minutes, cumming down her throat as she gently encourages you. Each orgasm brings on another.

Eventually, you come down from the high and slump back into your chair, the effects of the strange pill wearing off. Dee sits back on her knees. She opens her mouth and lets little cum dribble into her cleavage. She starts playing with the nipple of her exposed breast. Her other hand snakes between her legs.

"Well, Doctor, I think that experiment was a success." She grins mischeaviously at you.