Try to hold it in.

Oh my gosh, I'm going crazy! This feels so good... I just... I can't think. My head is spinning. Ooh, it itches. I wish someone would just bend me over this counter and take me hard! Oh no, no. I did not just think that. There's no way I thought that. Ah, I probably look like a mess right now. My mouth is hanging open. My face is burning hot. This counter... It's the only thing keeping me standing. Please, are we almost done?!

"So I don't shock you too much, I'm going to inch towards 100%, okay?" she warns. "So that's up by 1%, and 2%, and... all right, now we're at 95%."

You don't have to tell me! You pant heavier. Inside, it's like pleasure is willing up--a balloon waiting to pop. It feels absolutely amazing. Whether you want to admit it or not, this is an amazing sensation, though it's also frustrating, like you're being teased and denied simply by how slowly it's taking.

"And... 100%."

You open your mouth wide, and your body stiffens. No longer are there moans. Simply, take in trembling breaths, and exhale all the same. Your eyes are as wide as ever. It's almost like a panic attack. You're at the end, but you aren't yet orgasming. It's simply as close as you could possibly be--the hell right on the edge. Although, you can feel the climax coming. You're fight it with everything you have. This is humiliating, but it'll be even worse to start cumming right next to someone else.

"Wow. You have great self-control," says the doctor. "In your position, I'd be humping the edge of a table or something."

You can't respond. Even with your mouth agape, you can't make any noise that resembles speech. It's taking all of your focus not to orgasm.

"But you know, you don't have to hold it," the doctor whispers. She comes in close and wraps her arm around your shoulder. Her scent is quite pleasant, and her hair is soft against your neck. You feel her breathing, and when she speaks, her whispers tingle your ears. "You're so adorable, Julie."

Eyes twitching, the small bulb poking up from atop your head lights up red. It starts to flash and beep. The EROMETER in your vision turns red, like something is wrong. But you know the warning isn't something dangerous, at least not literally speaking. Your body is trying to tell you that an orgasm is the slightest touch away--a single whisper, a single nudge. Anything happens, and your body will erupt.

Warning! Warning! To make it even worse, anyone around in a situation like this one can see your little antenna going off!

No way... I can't... It's... Oh, b-but I... Aah~... N-No, I...

Your body is so sensitive that even the delicate brush of your own clothing against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You can't hold it anymore. It's impossible.

Dr. Freling giggles and presses her soft cheek against your own. Then she turns, and with delicate lips, kisses you in the same place. "Let it all out," she whispers.

That was more than enough.

Time almost seems to stop. The blinking in your peripheral slows, your vision spins, and an overwhelming, intense rush floods through your body--the balloon pops, relief comes at last. Your eyes roll back, your toes curl up, and though you can hardly budge, the doctor holds you steady.

Aaahhh~! Yes~!

It's the best feeling in the world. The pleasure is electrical. In that brief moment, you forget all about how embarrassed you were. It doesn't matter what a lovely woman is holding you tight, or that she has full control of you orgasms. Right now, you're moaning and gasping--sounds of ecstasy echoing off the laboratory walls. Your entire body shudders with waves of euphoria, and if it wasn't for the doctor, your jelly legs would have brought you to the ground.