Author's Note: Hey guys, after a long wait, Clara is back and ready for some perverted lusty fun! Every time I've tried to get back into writing Fanfiction, this was the story that I started with, but I could never break through the barrier! But here we are! I need to explain a few things before we leap into the sexual perversion of Clara's adventures through time and space.
First, I mentioned that I intend to upload this story in episodes. After much reflection, I realised that was a stupid idea. For a multitude of reasons. Primarily that I find it difficult to write four to five chapters one after the other. I also want to give you guys regular content instead of whenever its ready. I also don't want another situation where I don't upload for ages like before.
So, I will be uploading a new chapter every Monday with the hopes of upping it to two chapters a week in due time. I have a fair few chapters planned for it, but I don't want to commit to a bulk update and not be able to fulfil it. This way, with one chapter a week, I can assure you guys that there will be regular weekly uploads.
Secondly, Chronicles of Lust: Amy Pond, will be returning when Clara is finished. I also have plans for the other companions and Bill if she turns out to be an interesting enough character. I also plan to change the name of this story next week to 'Chronicles of Lust: The Impossible Arse'. So don't be surprised if the story sudden changes. It's still the same content!
Without further ado, enjoy The Bells of Saint John, but pumped full of sex featuring our favourite, busty brunette. Let me know what you think and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Tech Support
"Ah, hello. I can't find the internet," Clara said, hunching over the computer, her browser chugging through a refresh before grinding to a halt on an error screen. Frustrated, she clicked out the window, waving her cursor back and forth, hoping to god for some miracle to make her computer actually work. Waiting for a moment, she heard nothing, but an exasperated breath, confusion lingering across the line before a voice spoke.
"I'm sorry?" The Doctor said, his brow furrowed as he heard a woman start talking to him, blathering on about the internet, the sound of furious clicking drifting down the line as she clicked every icon even resembling something to do with the internet, only empty browsers and downloaded videos popping up onto the screen.
"It's gone, the internet. Can't find it anywhere. Where is it?" She said, standing up straight, gesturing to the computer as if it would help the man on the other side of the phone understand. Pacing back and forth across her room, she waited for a response only to be disappointed again.
"The internet?" The Doctor asked, the confusion apparent in his voice as he leaned against the TARDIS, his mind rife with questions. Questions swiftly interrupted by the complaining barrelling down the phones receiver. Gritting his teeth as she started hounding him, The Doctor sighed heavily.
"Yes, the internet. Why don't I have the internet?" Clara asked now growing frustrated with the man on the opposite end of the phone, her composure slowly dipping as her hand grazed across the front of her dress, her fingers absent-mindedly rounding around her nipples through the fabric of her clothes. She had excused herself from downstairs for a reason, only to find the internet not working and her panties slowly getting wetter and wetter. Imagination was one thing, but Clara had grown accustomed to ogling certain pictures as she played with herself and the horny frustration within the young girl was growing clearer and clearer.
"It's 1207," The Doctor sighed, glancing around the dank cave he was in, the two monks awaiting his word standing patiently as if they were witnessing gospel itself play out in front of them.
"I've got half past three. Am I phoning a different time zone?" Clara stated, scanning her cursor over the clock on the bottom of the screen before propping the phone in the crook of her neck, her hands running down to the hem of her dress. Hooking them under the fabric, she slowly drew it up over her head, tugging the garment over her body, wrestling with the phone as she did so until she finally tossed the piece of clothing to one side, standing in a pink polka dot bra and a pair of black tights, the hint of her panties beneath the fabric peeking through. Sliding her fingers into the elastic of her tights, she worked them over her waist, beginning to roll them down her legs when he replied, his voice somewhat giddy and airy.
"Yeah, you really sort of are," the Doctor smiled, chuckling ever so slightly as he paced back and forwards, the sound of the receiver being smothered by something, the crackle of additional noise filling his ears before a worried voice spoke back through.
"Will it show up on the bill?" she asked, worried she'd be charged a fortune, one of her creamy white legs pulling itself free of the tights. Stopping In her tracks, she froze, the frightful image of an expensive bill flashing before her eyes as she glanced towards the computer, hoping that the internet would just work, for her sake.
"Oh, I dread to think. Listen, where did you get this number?" The Doctor laughed, much to Clara's dismay. Brushing the bill from her mind, she hopped over to her seat in front of the computer, before wrestling her other leg free, sitting in only her bra and panties, her sizable bust almost spilling out of the bra that was too small for her. She always planned on buying more, only time never permitted. They looked alright hanging free, but she always felt naughty letting them go unsupported. Always worried her nipples would poke through her clothes. She wore a pair of simple white panties, the patch over her pussy, slightly wet from the slight fondle she gave herself while no one was looking downstairs. Her plump, firm arse was barely contained by the tight garment and Clara always found it annoying, worrying her bum was too big. She liked her breasts, they were a good size. Not big enough to get in the way, but big enough to catch male attention on the off chance she wanted, which she never really did. But her ass seemed to stick out regardless of what she wore. Thus, her proclivity for both tight panties and tights. The double layer made her feel as if her bum was being toned in, restrained, but it never was in her mind.
"Woman in the shop write it down. It's the helpline, isn't it? She said it was the best helpline out there. In the universe, she said," she replied, leaning over the desk, her nipple poking out from behind her bra, much to her annoyance. Picking up the small piece of paper the woman had written his number down upon.
"What woman? Who was she?" the Doctor asked frantically, the idea of someone having the personal number to the TARDIS unsettling him slightly, let alone handing it out as an internet search line for those who can't 'find the internet'. Best in the universe…
"I dunno, the woman in the shop. So why isn't there internet? Shouldn't it just sort of… be there?" she said tossing the paper aside and leaning forwards, her hands reaching around behind her and unclipping her bra, her breasts breathing a sigh of relief as the underwear relaxed, slipping of her arms and letting her tits fall free. Her hand went to her breasts, latching onto the plump handfuls, her thumb grazing across her nipple causing a smile to etch itself on her face, her hand becoming that of a strong man, taking her breasts in his palms, massaging them as she writhed in pleasure from his touch. Reclining in the seat, she succumbed to her fantasy, feeling her legs spread as if she were doing so for her masculine hunk, her hand dipping between her plump thighs, tracing across her slit, teasing her as she pulled the fabric of her cotton panties aside, her finger probing her folds as she had done so many times before.
"Look, listen, I'm not actually… this isn't… You have clicked on the Wi-Fi button, haven't you?" The Doctor interrupted, startling Clara as she lurched forwards, hiding her breasts and readjusting herself as if someone was in the room with her, before realising her mistake. Blushing in her own company, she leaned over to the computer, looking around for the Wi-Fi button, finding it tucked away in the corner of the screen. How was she supposed to find that, she defended, her cheeks flaring red.
"Hang on. Erm… Wi-Fi?" she murmured, clicking the button and surveying the list of names it presented to her. Her arm, still covering her breasts, let her hand slip to her breast, her thumb resuming its ministrations on her other nipple, bringing It to an erect peak, softly circling it as her sensitive flesh sent bursts of subtle pleasure through her body, a moan hanging on the tip of her lips.
"Click on the Wi-Fi. You'll see a list of names. Is there one you recognise?" The Doctor asked, leaning on the TARDIS as Clara clicked on the button, seeing the prompt for a password. Frustrated once more, she let her hand fall away from her breast, her nipple crying out for more attention as she stood up, pacing back and forth, the phone in her clutches, trying to remember the password.
"It's asking me for a password," Clara stated as she propped the phone against her neck and shoulder, her hands sliding into her panties and slowly peeling them away from her ass and pussy. Bent over, she presented her ass to the door as she dropped the garment, her pussy revealed. It had a large patch of slightly trimmed hair above her pussy, enough to keep it from bulging out of her panties. It was by her own volition with male attention being a lacklustre endeavour, especially with her room being in a house with two children. So, she had no reason to shave herself, instead keeping it order so that her own hand had enough access, but not so much that it became a hassle maintaining the hair.
"Is it okay if I go and see Nina? You can call her mum," a voice said from the other side of the door, the knob turning as she slowly pushed the door open. Clara's arse was directed directly towards, the door, the perfect flashing height. Leaping backwards, she pressed herself against the door, the phone flying onto the ground as she stopped Angie from entering the room. Startled, the young girl brushed it off.
"Sure. What's the password for the internet?" Clara asked, desperate for the young girl to go away so that she could have some privacy. She had managed to keep her personal pleasures to herself for a long while and she wasn't going to let today be the day where the family found out about her solidarity when it came to pleasure.
" 123," Angie said, striding towards the stairs, stopping halfway and turning back to shout to Clara, "And keep it down in there? Last time the whole street heard you going at it!"
"Angie!" Clara spat nervously, her hands instinctively covering her body as she heard the young girl slowly make her way down the stairs and out of the front door, the house now empty. Pushing herself up onto her feet, Clara danced slowly across the room, grabbing the phone from the floor, revelling in the eroticism of her nudity. Lifting the phone to her ear, she started mumbling beneath her breath, hearing the man on the other end breathing a few words to someone else. Clara returned to the computer, running her thumb over to the Wi-Fi murmuring to herself, "How am I supposed to remember that? Hang on. Just a mo. Run. You. Clever. Boy. And. Remember. One. Two. Three."
"What did you say?" The Doctor asked loudly, shouting down the line as images of the Asylum and Clara Oswald from Victorian London dancing through his mind. Images of her laying on her deathbed, the words she spoke, her final words. He had searched for her for a long while, but to no avail. And her she was asking for internet assistance. The images of her bent over in an alleyway, spreading her ass cheeks, her tight little arsehole flexing around his cock, his cum spraying her breasts, her lips wrapped around his cock. His cock twitched at the thought of the naked Governess servicing his cock like a good little suck.
"Don't shout, you made me type it wrong. It's thrown me out again. What do I do, how do I get back in?" Clara stammered, clicking through the Wi-Fi tab to find the correct name again. The list was larger this time and as she glossed over the scrolling bar, she clicked on a mysterious combination of symbols. As she clicked on the symbols, she noticed the internet symbol light up. Quickly clicking on the browser, she watched it light up perfectly, her heart fluttering as she went to her history, skimming over the page she closed, "Hah, it's worked! Are you there? The internet, its back! Have you just hung up on me?"
Hearing nothing come back down the line, Clara hung the phone up, bemused by the encounter. She wasn't confused for much longer as she clicked on the link in her history, a page of pics flaring across the screen, a miasma of polished abs, chiselled men and the assorted, varying sizes of cocks displayed across the screen. From thick meaty ones, to the ones that focussed on length, but lacked in width. And then there were the ones that brought both of them together. A fat long cock, with a glistening tip, throbbing even in a still photograph. Moaning at the sight, Clara slid down into her chair, her legs spreading as her hand dove between her legs, "Mmm… yeah…"
Ogling the pictures, she slid her fingers down between her legs, her fingers weaving through her folds, tracing every delicious piece of delicious flesh. Her fingers found her hole, teasing it with entrance, but not committing. Clara knew exactly what she liked and she needed to be teased a little first. Her fingers traced through her folds, finding their way into the more sensitive parts of her pussy, grinding against her labia, running along the entire slit, collecting her ever swiftly glistening juices on her fingers. She had always been hesitant to taste herself. The girls in the videos seemed to relish their own taste, but Clara had learnt from experience porn was more an act than an indulgence and she rarely even contemplated stepping beyond her own boundaries and into the pleasures displayed in such a fictional world. It was all, oversized cocks in 'virgin' pussies, screaming fake.
Her fingers quickly found her clit, softly grazing over it, even the most fleeting of touches, managing to elicit a moan of pure unadulterated pleasure from her. Snaking her other hand between her legs, she spread her folds revealing the sensitive nub. Her other fingers softly circled it, taunting it with no more than a second of touch before dancing away, pleasure coming and going far too quickly for Clara to succumb to it. Just the way she liked to start herself off. Slowly focussing on her clit more and more, she began to moan, her pussy begging for entrance and while one hand worked her clit diligently, the other slipped between her folds, her middle finger resting at her hole.
Her arousal made it easy for a single finger to slip in, her body relaxing as she slowly eased the finger into her tight clutching pussy, making sure to slowly twist it as it went in, her other hand slowing the attention on her clit right down to soft, hesitant rubbing. She was still a little tight and so she worked herself into the mood, loosening up with each little bit of her finger that she managed to weave inside herself. As she managed to manoeuvre her hole finger inside, the knuckle resting amidst her folds, she let out a content groan, the attention to her clit speeding up again. Curling her finger inside her, she tried to stimulate the more sensitive portions of her pussy, but to no avail, settling for easing her finger in and out of her pussy. It took a few minutes, but her cunt slowly gave way, loosening considerably.
Pulling her finger back until only the first bit of it rested inside her, she slowly and pleasurably eased two more fingers in alongside it, ready to delve all three fingers as deep as she could into her pussy. Focusing on her clit, she used that to mask the initial painful stretching as she accommodated three fingers, despite this being a common situation for the busty girl. Pushing them deep inside her, she adjusted to them, letting them writhe within the warm wetness of her pussy, each slight movement causing her to moan loudly. Biting her lip, she slowly began to ease all three fingers in and out her pussy, her grunts becoming more frequent and louder as she slowly began to hammer them in with some speed. Turning her attention to the monitor, she ogled a few men, the hand on her clit moving to the mouse to explore the many chiselled men of the site.
Scrolling through the photo's she accidentally clicked on one, her face scrunching in pain as she looked at the image. A large black man with an equally large cock, one as big as her forearm was roughly slamming a young petite, brunette's arse down on his cock like a ragdoll. Wincing at the way it stretched her hole obscenely, she looked at it, seeing the look of pure enjoyment on her face and thinking about the whole façade. The whole idea that she really enjoyed being sodomised by a pringles can. It was certainly enticing to think about the idea of meeting a hunk who was hung like a horse, but far from realistic.
"Oof… that can't feel as good as she makes it out to be… Besides that's the whole fantasy. I mean find three random guys and chances are the combined sizes of their cocks aren't as big as his…" Clara mused, watching the overexaggerated picture intently, her fingers continuing to slide in and out of herself with ease. It was kind of pathetic to think that people fantasise about meeting a hung demi-god with a cock the size of Neptune who will whizz them away and fuck them in a myriad of strange new sexual endeavours. Smirking, she looked at the cock only to think, "Besides… Who needs cock when I have you…"
Opening a small drawer on her desk, she retrieved a small box, buried beneath mountains of other things and for good reason. The box was long and thin, almost immaculate in its condition despite the age it was. Opening it switch, she found a seven-inch dildo. Her pride and joy. She and her friend jokingly bought one each when they were seventeen and whereas her friend discarded for the teenage pleasures of men, Clara fell in love with the toy. It was capable of doing far more than any boy her age could do and she adored it for that. It was a shame the trend of toys being more practical than most men she met continued into her older years. Not to her dismay. He toy had treated her well. Being seven inches long, it was black and white, spiralling between the two colours down to a small black base. It had five pleasure settings, but Clara felt anything over the third one was overkill and often felt more uncomfortable than exciting. Kissing the toy tenderly, she took it in her hand, casting a disapproving look towards the thick black cock that was decimating the young 'anal slut' on her screen before turning towards her own pleasures.
Her fingers continued to slide into her pussy, curling inside her as each of her three fingers fought to elicit the most pleasure in the woman. Lowering the toy between her legs, she slid the plastic toy along her folds, the toy quickly glistening beneath her juices, the rocking motion of the hard shaft making her moan. The tip began to graze her clit much to her enjoyment as she arched her back, involuntarily grinding the plastic against the most sensitive point of her pussy. Withdrawing her fingers, she trailed her juices through her pubic hair, spreading her folds wide, revealing her sumptuous hole to her toy.
Prodding her hole with the toy, she felt it settle inside herself. Letting her folds fold back around the toy, enveloping the vibrator, practically swallowing the toy on its own. Smiling, she let her slick fingers rest on her taut stomach as she slowly eased the toy inside her, each inch of the delicious toy probing a new delectable portion of her cunt. Moaning with each inch that slipped inside her, she bit her lip enjoying the sensation of being full of faux cock. Her fingers had warmed her up and now she accepted the rather sizable toy with ease as she had done so many times before. She felt the last inch slip inside herself at which point she slowly began to draw the fake cock out of her pussy, easing it into pussy, pushing it to the most sensitive points she had, her pussy her own, her pleasure a skill she had mastered through many nights on her own.
Her juice slick fingers found their way up to her breasts, her glistening juices leaving finger prints on her soft tits, her nipples twinkling and shining as she lathered them with her juice. Rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, she softly plucked them, twisting and squeezing them, the slight pain contrasting the pleasure building in her pussy. Massaging her breasts roughly, she left a red hand print on her creamy flesh, speeding her toy fucking up considerably, hammering the plastic into her pussy as her orgasm teetered on the edge of her cunt.
Desperate to cum, her free hand danced down to her clit, her fingers weaving expertly through her folds and landing on her clit, rubbing it furiously, the lust and eroticism consuming her. She couldn't care if the whole family walked in on her right now, if she reached that delicious peak that she craved so much. Focusing on her clit, she rubbed circles around the sensitive nub, trying desperately to keep her moans and writhing in check. Working towards the orgasm she craved, she used her hand to slowly flick the switch on the base of the dildo, the vibration setting ticking over to one and the soft tingling of the lowest setting shot through her body, "Mmm… fuck!"
Suddenly, the door exploded into a violent hammering, a voice practically screaming at her from the front door. Her named echoed through the house as she almost leapt to her feet, the toy shifting inside her and making her moan loudly. So, close to the edge, she didn't want to have to leave her room, her pussy quivering with pleasure, "Clara! Clara! Open up! Clara!"
"Jesus Christ… Is anyone in? Can anyone get the door?" Clara bellowed, pulling the door to her room open just enough to shout down the stairs. Grabbing, her dressing gown, Clara thought to herself. If I'm alone in the house, then surely, I don't have to get dressed. As long as I hide behind the door, no one will see me. Smirking, she dropped the gown and muttered to herself, "Fine…"
Walking towards the door, Clara felt her legs give away as the vibrator inside her shifted ever so slightly, the sublime pleasure of the vibrating shaft moving inside her as she walked making her pussy quiver. Grabbing onto the handle of the door, she steadied herself, the spike in pleasure mellowing out into a steady sleugh of tingling vibrating sensations. Biting her lip, she glanced back towards the box that she kept the toy in, debating whether she should put it back of simply keep it inside her, enjoying the sensations. Biting her lip, she revelled in the eroticism of the situation. Slowly moving towards the door, she felt herself beginning to shuffle, every single shift of her thighs, either driving the dildo deeper, or pulling it out only to be driven back in, "Oh, that feels nice…"
Reaching the stairs, she slowly edged down the stairs, the hammering on the door growing more and more persistent. Each step served to shift the dildo inside her, a moan escaping her lips every time she descended. The door seemed miles away, but each step was riddled with pleasure. Dropping onto the bottom floor, she felt her knees give way as the dildo went deeper inside her forcing onto her knees. Debating whether or not the door was worth the bother and whether she would prefer simply laying there and finishing herself off, the door answered her question. Staggering to her feet, she groaned loudly, clambering to a stand.
"Hello, yes, I hear you. Yep. Uh-huh," Clara called as she shifted her body towards the door. Each step drove the dildo ever so slightly deeper inside her, the vibrations running through her body as she fought of moan after moan. She could feel her thighs glistening as she walked. Hiding behind the door, she poked her head around the corner, hiding her naked body from the strange man as he looked at her, his eyes lighting up a stupid grin on his face. Confused, she managed to stammer through stifled moans of pleasure, "Hello?
"Clara? Clara Oswald?" he asked excitedly, shifting back and forth between his two feet, giddy. Her eyes widened as she realised exactly what he was wearing. A monk's habit. Biting her lips, she craned her neck, trying to fight the pleasure building inside, her not really caring about the fact that the strange man was. She simply revelled in the pleasure and erotic perversion of the situation.
"Hello?" She managed to say again, the vibrator shaking through her folds, hints of the subtle vibrations reaching her clit. Moaning slightly, she reached between her legs, catching the toy from falling and readjusting it inside, the tip sliding deeper inside her, forcing her eyes to roll back in her head.
"Clara Oswin Oswald?" He said, his excitement building even more, an unfortunate parallel to the orgasm building inside Clara as she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, the hand that was out of the Doctor's view latching onto her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, making her job even more difficult as she tried to hide her true explicit activities.
"Just Clara Oswald. What was that middle one?" She asked, her sense returning to her just long enough to realise that he added a middle name that she knew nothing about.
"Do you remember me?" he asked taking a step forwards, almost into the house. Pushing the door back slightly, Clara ushered him backwards, the subtle move on her part masked by his insane excited nature, his grinning face latched onto her uneasy one, her body vibrating with pleasure. Suddenly, his face turned serious, his eyes dropping to hers as he looked at her without a hint of joviality, "Do you hear that? That vibrating?"
"Oh! That? That's nothing? That's a fly… or the boiler… of a boiler in a fly. Or the way round that makes any sense. Point is it's nothing," Clara practically shouted, her mind clouded as she stepped forwards, her thigh driving the vibrator deeper inside her pussy, the base of the toy grinding against her clit, making her knees almost collapse.
"It's not nothing. It could be anything? A hypersonic bug or intergalactic homing device, only why would they bug you," the Doctor said fishing through the folds of his robes, retrieving his Sonic Screwdriver. Shining it across the door frame and into the house, the screwdriver glanced over Clara's vibrator, the signal from the device connecting with the dildo, the vibration setting cranking itself up to max. Clara's eyes went wide as she whimpered, crossing her legs as the dildo shook and spasmed inside her, shaking violently between her legs, offering new realms of pleasure. Whimpering, she tried to stomach words, but the Doctor beat her to it, "Ah some sort of vibrating signal? Perhaps a code, translated through several lines of alien script. Here we go… ashjtrirdk… what could it mean?"
"And out you go!" Clara managed to exclaim slamming the door shut as her legs gave way, her knees weakening as she slumped against the floor. Her hand dove to the toy, slowly drawing it out of her pussy, the vibration setting becoming too much for her to handle. As she withdrew It from her pussy, the tip of it grazed against her clit, spasms of unbelievably indulgent pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, subconsciously pushing her slit against the toy, the plastic sliding between her folds and against her clit, her body thrashing wildly against the toy and the newfound pleasures.
"You could still be in danger! Clara listen to me!" the Doctor bellowed, but to no avail as Clara's world was consumed by the pleasures of the toy, the delicious vibrations stimulating her clit as her hand slid through her pussy, rubbing folds, tracing her fingers along her slit. Moaning loudly, she lost the inhibition of subtlety, not caring if the Doctor strode through the door and watched her. All she cared about was the orgasm, the climax, the end, the place she was barrelling towards as she slid her fingers deeper inside herself. Her hole was glisteningly wet and having grown loose during her fuck session with the dildo, her fingers managed to ease in without hesitation. Her body began to glisten with sweat, her hands working magic between her legs. One directing the toy along the most sensitive portions of her pussy, grinding against her clit while the other hand pushed three fingers deep inside her pussy.
"Oh fuck…" Clara moaned, driving the dildo in alongside her fingers, the shaft vibrating, throbbing inside her as she continued to finger herself. Her folds began to open, Clara's body glistening with sweat as she ground her plump arse into the carpet, not caring about the burn along her soft flesh. Thrusting forwards, she felt the toy slip from her pussy, sliding along her folds, the very tip of the vibrator probing her arsehole. The tip spread her tightest hole ever so slightly before she quickly pulled it out. Grunting ever so slightly, she returned to dildo to her pussy, feeling her pussy quiver, the very edge of orgasm brimming in her body.
Suddenly, the Doctor's hammering returned, his shadow pounding on the door as he yelled her name through the door. Feeling her body slowly grind to a halt as he interrupted her, her frustration building inside her. Clambering to her feet, she stumbled over to intercom, forcing the dildo deep inside her. Starting the intercom up, she glared at the Doctor with a certain fury in her eyes.
"What do you want?" Clara moaned into the intercom as it flashed the image of the Doctor flashed onto screen. Rolling her eyes back into her head, she felt her pussy tingle, the very edge of an orgasm teetering back and forth amidst her body, ready to make her convulse in the pleasure of a well-deserved orgasm.
"You called me about the inter… are you naked?" the Doctor began, his voice trailing off into a question as he saw the outline of Clara's body, her breasts exposed as her two hands buried themselves of camera between her legs. Freezing, Clara looked up at the intercom and back down at her naked body, squealing loudly before dropping to the floor. Leaning against the wall beneath the intercom, she forgot about the dildo, letting it fall to the floor out of reach. All the Doctor saw on the other side of the intercom as he tried to explain himself, was Clara's flailing hand as she tried to desperately hit the button to switch it off. Suddenly, the screen disappeared, the Doctor's heart stopping as he pounded on the door once more, "Oi, no, look…"
"Right! I am cumming right here, right now. Nothing is gonna stop me," Clara exclaimed to herself grabbing the toy that slipped out of her hand. In the fumble, the switch had returned to the first setting. Taking the toy in her hand, she felt it slick with her own juices, the gentle thrumming feeling good between her fingers, "Only the first setting. Ain't no way I'm going back to that."
Cranking the switch up to five, she lowered it between her legs, lying flat on her back, legs spread as wide as she could. Running it along her folds, she revelled in the new-found vibration setting, feeling it send ripples of unbelievable pleasure through her clit as she held it against her sensitive nub for all of two seconds before her pussy began to tingle with pleasure. Continuing to massage it up and down her folds, she settled the shaking tip at her pussy and without a second thought, in her lust, orgasm driven mind, thrust it deep inside her, the vibrations coursing through her body, almost making her convulse and spasm on the floor.
Any traction she had lost on the way to her orgasm was regained in tenfold as she felt her pussy being to convulse, her orgasm nearing. Her free hand wrestled with her clit, rubbing over the sensitive nub with an impassioned fury as she sought to push herself over the edge. Her pussy began to spasm, tightening around her toy, holding it in place with a vice like grip, her squeals of pleasure filling the house as she rode out her orgasm. Writhing against the floor a little, she felt her sensitive flesh burn against the coarse surface before her orgasm ended. She had been building it up for over an hour. Since she was down stairs trying to get the internet to work all the way to now. Lain naked in the middle of the hallway. And what a glorious orgasm It was.
Glancing up at the stairs, Clara breathed heavily, trying to control herself, her body still spasming ever so slightly from the enormous orgasm she had. Calming herself, she suddenly felt her heart explode into a rhythm as she saw a small girl standing on the stairs in a white dress. Rushing to hide her toy, she tucked it behind her back before realising she should probably cover her breasts. In doing so she revealed the toy. Panicking, she dropped the toy, trying to hide her pussy and tits from the young girl. Trying to compose herself, she managed to stammer, "Hello? Are you a friend of Angie's? She went out. I didn't know you were here…"
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that! I wasn't entirely sure what to think of it, but I enjoyed writing it a fair bit. Took me a we while to get back Into, but it ended up writing itself! Let me know what you think about it in a review and follow the story to keep up to date. There will be another chapter next week on Monday, in which the Doctor relives some past fantasies of Clara's and even takes Clara for a ride, but not in the way you might think. Also, a sneaky cameo from a past companion! All that and more in 'Chapter 2: Diary of a Closet Slut'
On another note, this point will be added to every chapter uploaded this week (16/01/2017). I am starting a two-week job today and will be incredibly busy over the next two weeks. On top of that job, I have a writing job and this hobby, so I must prioritise. So, for the next two weeks, I might not be able to update every story I promised to. I will try for at least a new chapter for at least two stories for the first week and the second week will be an update to the two I missed. Saying that, I might not even be able to do that. But I will return to four new updates on the week beginning (06/02/2017). Apologies.
Stay tuned for more!