You started masturbating

No gasps this time when you opened your bathrobe. You decided only to sense Dr. McGee in your periphery for now, sensing her cross her arms as you slowly worked your erection up. To be honest you probably didn’t need anything at all at this point to finish. Just the thought alone, that when you stuck your dick through the so called receptacle to ejactulate, Wonder Woman would be on the other side eagerly waiting to swallow it all, would be enough.

There was a distant beep that got your attention, making you look to the doctor who overly casually looked down at the console next to her. She frowned.

“Diana, is everything okay?” she asked, pointedly keeping her focus on the readings while you jerked off in the background. “Your heart rate is spiking.”

“Oh? I feel fine,” said Wonder Woman, definitely still on the other side of the gloryhole. Tina finally tore her eyes away from the screen to observe the booth’s occupant. You read her expression of scrutiny, and for half a second saw her eyes dart to your stroking hand, before she sighed and went back to not really watching. You felt for her. It would be near impossible to not look at a dude who was just standing there jacking it not four feet away. “I’m keeping an eye on your vitals, but tell me if you start experiencing any symptoms,” she told the patient.

“Yes, Doctor,” replied the unseeable superhero. You didn’t know what that rise in her heartrate meant exactly, but could intuit that it was a positive thing. You definitely used it to help your work on your manhood.

For about a minute everyone just waited there, as you stroked your cock, the soft sound of your rubbing flesh heard above the low digital hum of the lab. “Is Doctor Doe okay?” asked Wonder Woman suddenly.

“What?” Tina replied, looking to you, seeing that you were perfectly fine and still obscenely hard, then staring puzzled at the booth occupant.

“I mean, how long does this sort of thing usually take?” wondered Diana. “For the man to… complete. When he does it himself.”

You couldn’t see the hero’s face but you could almost imagine the innocent look of contemplation and the little wrinkle in her brow. Tina on the other hand was plainly uncomfortable, lips pulled back and not sure where she should be paying her attention.

“Why don’t you just ask the good doctor himself,” she sighed, giving up and swiping on some screens to bring up some graphs to read.

“Doctor Doe?” Wonder Woman called for you, and you stared at the blank side of the booth. “John? Are you still there?”

“Uh y-yeah… I’m here,” you said, your stroke stuttering for a moment but you recovered gracefully.

“Good,” she said, as if you were talking to her over the phone. “How much longer do you think you’ll be?” It was such a strange way to ask what she was asking of you.

“N-not much longer,” you tried. “I’m still… working on it…” You glanced over to Tina who wasn’t looking away from her charts but had a smirk on her face.

“Okay,” said Wonder Woman. “When you’re ready.” God this was ridiculous and you were finding it hot and weird but so hot. Then she went on, deciding to have a conversation with you. “How often do you do this?” she asked casually, which wouldn’t be so strange if you weren’t two people currently divided by the wall of essentially a gloryhole discussing the frequency of you masturbating.

“How often? Er.. you mean as a donor?” you tried to clarify, unprepared to have this kind of interaction with a superhero.

“Oh of course, you must do this a lot then,” Wonder Woman said, almost like she was reminding herself. “I’ve read you are a very prominent and effective donor,” she continued. “You must have many patients.” She read about you? About what you did? Well of course she did. She was an intelligent, mature woman of the world.

“I’m not sure,” was your weak reply. “The agencies make a lot of the connections and I’ve kind of lost count.”

“Do they enjoy it?” she asked, and you weren’t sure if she was just talking now to talk or genuinely responding to your responses. They didn’t seem to line up exactly. “The other women, I mean. That you have treated. Do they like the treatment?”

You felt like you had to answer this question carefully, almost like it was another test. You realised though that your erection was harder than ever, the strange juxtaposition of trying to get yourself off while being interviewed sending an odd mix of signals up your spine.

“I’d say that they do, but I think the addiction is at play in many cases,” you said, thinking back to the various patients you’ve had over the period. “The act is a new experience for some of them and eventually they can’t really help themselves. That’s sort of the only saving grace about the condition. That enjoyment can come out of it.” You were being as diplomatic as possible and when you didn’t seem to get any reaction out of Tina you decided that you probably did okay.

“I see,” said Wonder Woman, who was then quiet for a contemplative while. Then she said, “you have a unique taste.”

You felt your knees wobble and a cough was heard from Tina’s direction.

“Unique?” you said, not having any thoughts beyond that, what it could possibly mean.

“Yes, the flavor of your...” she started, then in that pause before she said it, Wonder Woman seemed to have decided that everyone being adults here no longer required so many euphemisms. “-semen. I find the taste of your semen… intriguing.”

“You do?” blurted Tina, unable to hold in her silence any longer. “Intriguing?”

“Yes. It’s different,” the hero explained.

“Diana… don’t-”

“It’s okay, Tina. Doctor Doe can know I am not some virginal princess,” Wonder Woman went on. “I was raised on an island of women but I have been in the world of men for centuries. I am no prude. I’m a modern woman.”

Her turns of phrase definitely showed her age, and you were once again in awe of the Amazon. She didn’t look a day over 30 in your book, but she did carry herself with that maturity and wisdom that undeniably proved she was a woman of the world. “I am in fact looking forward to another sample of Doctor Doe’s semen.”

Jesus. It was like you were peddling a brand of bottled cure-alls from the back of a cart in 1945. Your very own secret home remedy. Which… in Wonder Woman’s wisdom was a pretty accurate allusion to make, intentional or not. And hearing that she wanted to taste you again was just about the final push you needed.

“Okay! I’m ready,” you announced, one hand on the wall of the booth as you felt you legs starting to jelly.

“Press the button,” Tina instructed, though that seemed unnecessary since you knew Wonder Woman could hear you. You did it anyway and a chime went off inside the booth.

“Oh god here it comes,” you groaned, grabbing the middle of your shaft, looking down to the hole and finally poking your throbbing helmet through. There was a movement on the other side, you could feel a brush of air just before you shot your first round. There came a moan beyond the wall and you fired again, stroking your cock as you rested tip on the lip of the hole in the wall. It was strange cumming into a circular opening in a metal booth, and you wished you could see Wonder Woman on the other side trying to catch the load.

“There's so much!” you heard her say, which made you groan as you loosed more jizz for her benefit.

“You need to get closer!” Tina cried from the sidelines. “You’re not getting enough in your mouth!” The urgency of it all had your head spinning, then you felt those wonderful lips meet the tip of your spewing cock. Your hand slammed against the booth and you squeezed out the last of your cum directly into the suction of Wonder Woman’s invisible mouth.

“Mmmmm…” you heard, and then you saw stars and stumbled backwards. Tina was halfway to entering the booth when the screens started lighting up around the room, turning green and making happy bleeps. Tina frowned at them, then her eyes widened.

“Whoa,” she whoa’d, the scientist in her suddenly taking over and she walked back to the consoles and poured over the data. “This is… come look at this.” Realising she had asked for your own scientific eye, you collected yourself and walked over, looked at the charts and lines and numbers popping up from the sensor’s readings. You too were mesmerised for a moment. “This is… amazing. Diana’s vitals are strengthened, her addiction suppression response is better than it’s ever been. Remarkable. This could work. This could definitely work.”

“Wonderful,” said Wonder Woman at the news, giving both scientists a jump with her suddenly appearing behind you. When you turned to look at her your jaw dropped. Her smiling face was dripping in your gooey spunk. Coated. It felt like barely any of your load had made it into her mouth but the readings indicated that she had ingested a full dose. She saw the expressions you and Tina had and touched her own face, surprised to find a thick deposit of jizz easily collected onto her fingers. She observed it for only a moment before sucking in those fingers, cleaning your cum off of them, tasting them. She knew there was more now and kept swiping her cheeks clean and collecting your cum past her lips. She was humming, savouring the flavours, not caring that she was cleaning the semen off her face like a cat in front of you. There came that familiar sigh from Dr. McGee.

“Go clean up, Diana,” she told her. Then she turned to you. “I’ll show you to your quarters, John.”