Author's Note: Hey guys! Hope all is well. A new year and new ideas for this story. I hope to develop a more active readership. Whilst It's nice to see that people are reading the story (the numbers are really good) I would appreciate more feedback. I put a lot of effort into chapters so It's nice to get a few words of encouragement, critique or even ideas as to what I should write!
Either way, keep reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please read to the end where I will explain my upload schedule for this year! If you want to see more, read that so you know when more will be uploaded! Enjoy!
P.S. Yes, this chapter is a little early. I won't be around tomorrow to upload it so, have at it!
Chapter 4: Fantasy Frustration
Having showered and being sufficiently refreshed. Amy sauntered slowly back to the console room, her clothes remaining flung across the room. Seductively swaying her hips back and forth, she had hoped to entice the Doctor into another quickie, her libido still running high as her both her childhood fantasy and her teenage fantasies were brought to life. And she was going to milk it for all it was worth. Or rather, milk him. Rounding the corner, she saw him dancing fervently around the console flicking switches and moving back and forth.
"Doctor?" she purred, propping herself up on one of the supports, turning her arse slightly so as to flaunt her most perfect asset. Biting her lip, she employed every seduction tactic she had ever learnt and made herself look as sultry as possible. Ruffling her hair, she flung it back over her shoulder and watched as the Doctor glanced over at her.
"Oh, yeah. Your clothes are on the chair," The Doctor said, completely glossing over her promiscuous positioning and what she would consider as an obvious flirtatious move. Although in the virgin mind of the Doctor, there was nothing different about her. Aside from her obvious nudity which still caused his cheeks to blush slightly, but not enough to draw him away from what he was doing.
"What would I be need clothes for?" Amy smirked, walking up to the console and placing her hands on the railing, pushing her bum out. Her arms pushed her breasts forwards as once again, she cocked her hips and put on a sultry smile. And once again, the Doctor brushed past her and leapt towards the door.
"Because you don't want to be naked for this!" The Doctor called, Amy sighing disappointedly before dispelling with any ideas of sex. Crossing over to her clothes, she pulled her nightie back on and slipped her slipper back into place. She took her panties and debated about putting them on, before pinging them deeper into the Tardis and rushing over to where the Doctor was. He flung the doors open and presented her with the gorgeous and simply stunning view of space, streaks of light rushing across the sky, dancing through stars and supernovas, her breath taken away and any erotic thought in her mind replaced with simple awe, "Go on. Take a step…"
Unsure of herself, she trusted the Doctor and stepped forwards, her body lifted upwards, drifting away. Before she could panic, she felt his hand grasp the base of her ankle holding her in place as she drifted back and forth, swaying in open space. And as Amy revelled in the majesty of space, the Doctor was faced with his delectable view. Amy's nightie drifted ever so slightly apart, giving him a clear, unhindered view of her bum, pert and decidedly perfect, shaking in the open vacuum of space. Her body twisted slightly, her pussy coming into view. And whilst moments ago, he recoiled in embarrassment at the sight of Amy's naked body, he gazed upon her most intimate parts and felt no shame. Instead a strange and perverse lust, his trousers tightening in a rather bizarre way that was entirely new to him. But not entirely unpleasing.
Pulling her back into the Tardis, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she gasped, the young woman looking into his eyes in strangely peculiar way. At least to the Doctor. Had any normal man looked into Amy's eyes at this point, he would see the unbridled urge to kiss. Her lips softly parted as she leaned ever so slightly forwards, the Doctor ducking out of her way as he saw something of more interesting note. Like a dog chases a car. Sighing once again, Amy tried to put such thoughts out of her mind, but found herself unable. The emotions of finally being on that adventure her younger self fantasised about carrying her.
"Look at that! That is the United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland. All of it, bolted together and floating in the sky. Starship UK. It's Britain, but metal. That's not just a ship, that's an idea. That's a whole country, living and laughing and shopping. Searching the stars for a new home," The Doctor grinned, his passion rubbing off on Amy as he took her by the hand and dragged her back into the Tardis, closing the doors behind her and running towards the console.
"Can we go out and see? I've always had a fantasy about a spaceship," Amy confessed, propping herself up on the console as the Doctor fiddled with a few knobs, embroiled in his own work.
"Of course, we can, but there's a thing. Wait? Fantasy?" the Doctor asked, unwittingly spurring Amy back into the mood as she followed him around the console, her hands trying to wander, but his movements being to quick and erratic to sufficiently follow.
"Yeah… I've always wanted to have a shag on a ship. A spaceship," Amy confessed, almost blushing, the prospect still seeming a little bit ludicrous in her own mind as she said it, the Doctor looking at her a little startled and almost a little cross.
"Always? You were a little girl a few hours ago!" The Doctor once more said, flicking a switch and setting the Tardis in motion, the pair of them clinging to the console as it flung madly around. Squealing, Amy focussed on keeping herself steady, until finally the Tardis crashed to a halt, her hair in a fizz, but the Doctor confident and composed, a skill born of experience.
"Yeah, well when I was a little girl, I wanted to see a spaceship. And when I grew up, I wanted to see a spaceship and… fuck on one. It's perfectly natural for girls to have fantasies," Amy berated, putting on a confidence as the Doctor strutted towards the door and flung it open, bursting out on the city streets of the Starship UK, "Besides, if you wanted PG Amy Pond, you should have come back when I was ten."
"Look at this! Brilliant!" the Doctor exclaimed as he marched out ignoring Amy, the childlike glee once more returning to the redhead's face as she saw the streets of a spaceship, a proper spaceship. Spiralling in awe, she staggered back and forth, breathing rapidly as she couldn't quite comprehend It all.
"This is unbelievable… like properly and utterly mad," Amy breathed as she turned around and looked at the Doctor, her sense of awe and bewilderment replaced with confusion. He was hunched over on the ground, observing a pint of water that he had wrenched from a young couples table, a look of bafflement on his face as stared at it intently, Amy a little jealous of the attention it was getting, "Doctor? Come on… Let's find…"
"The water? Look at it," The Doctor breathed as Amy wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him away quietly apologising to the couple as she did so. Ignoring his pleas, Amy forewent any means of normal seduction and once again got straight to the point.
"If you want something wet, I've got just the thing. Come on, I have a fantasy," Amy said, pulling him through towards the wall in search of a maintenance cupboard or some secluded place for her to fulfil her fantasy, despite the Doctor's best attempts to quell such desires.
"Amy. You can't possibly…" he began only to have Amy turn around and snake a hand down to his crotch, firmly grabbing his balls and gently squeezing them enough to elicit a small amount of pleasure. Biting her lip, she watched the confusion on his face as she then gently began to squeeze them harder, the first pang of pain shooting across his body, "Ay!"
"You left me waiting for fourteen years. We're doing what I want," Amy smiled, finding a small maintenance cupboard and storming towards it, no longer taking the Doctor by the arm, but instead taking him by the crotch, the Time-Lord frantically looking around to ensure no one was looking.
"You can't possibly keep using that against me!" the Doctor squealed as Amy pushed the door to the cupboard open and pushed him inside, a salacious grin on her face as she did so, "There is a time and a place!"
"This is the time. And this cupboard is the place," Amy grinned, ducking inside and turning the light on. It wasn't entirely as futuristic as she had hoped, looking more like a standard Earth cupboard than anything else. But Amy was in too deep to give up now, "It's hardly the Enterprise, but beam me Scotty nonetheless…"
As she closed the door behind her, she slid immediately down onto her knees, wanting to relish his cock once more, despite having been intimately acquainted with it only an hour ago. Running her hands up and down his legs, she grinned eagerly up at him as he looked down at her, a little unsure of himself. Whilst he was certain there was something wrong with the Starship, the Doctor could hardly ignore the tightness in his trousers and a primal urge inside him reminded him of the pure and utter pleasure he had experienced prior. And whilst he couldn't read her signals before, she was being loud and clear. And who was he to deny her such pleasures. Running her hands up to his cock, she began to squeeze it through the thin fabric of his trousers, biting her lip as she realised he was already hard, a soft moan escaping her lips, "Oh… That is what I like to feel…"
"Oh yeah…" the Doctor moaned, his mind losing itself amongst the pleasure, rendering him at Amy's mercy, his body craving pleasurable relief despite every thought of sense he mustered to deny himself. Standing there somewhat awkwardly, like a timid schoolboy waiting to ask his crush out, the Doctor hardly emanated sex appeal. But Amy craved him nonetheless. She'd have to teach him a thing or two about seduction and building the mood, but for now. His cock was all she needed, and her eyes were trained eagerly on his crotch as her fingers worked nimbly to undo his trousers yet again. Tugging them down to his ankles, she practically ripped his boxers off, his cock springing free and grazing her cheek, a lusty grin etching itself on her face.
"That's it Doctor. Don't deny the fact that you wanted my lips around your cock," Amy purred, teasing him as his eyes rolled closed as his hands began to flex, clenching as she took his cock into both her hands, jerking back and forth like a greedy little girl. Watching as his lips fell open, she fantasised about all the things she would do with those lips. And she had all the time in the universe to enact such pleasures. She was near giddy with excitement, but not enough to halt her teasing of the Doctor. Lazily dragging her tongue along the side of his cock, she traced his entire length with one long, saliva trail, her demure and sultry gaze never leaving his face, "Tell me where you want my lips. Tell me Doctor…"
Sliding her tongue up and along his shaft, she slid his foreskin back and out of the way, revealing his thick bulbous and gorgeously plump cockhead, already glossy and slick with pre-cum. Her tongue swept across his tip, curving around the purplish mushroom, collecting the shimmering nectar and shallowing it eagerly, her lips planting themselves firmly against the side of his shaft, planting soft delicate kisses along his length, trailing down towards his heavy balls, already full again even after such a small window off time. Her hands continued to jerk him off, focussing on the top of his cock, milking more and more pre-cum, a bead dribbling down over his tip and landing on her hand. Finally, he moaned a few words, "I want them wrapped around my… around my…"
"Say it Doctor. Say it what you want," she ordered, pulling away and sliding her mouth back up to the tip of his cock, her hot breath running across his tip, causing him to groan, his hips thrusting instinctively forwards, hoping to catch her lips, but not being able. Amy had teased Rory enough to know the tricks and manoeuvres men would try and deftly dodged his thrust with a wry grin on her face.
"I want you lips around my cock," the Doctor finally conceded, Amy smiling wildly as she graciously complied. Leaning forwards, she parted her lips and slowly slid them across the tip of his cock, relishing the taste once more. Whereas her previous ministrations in the Tardis were swift and bolstered by immediate lust, she now took a more careful and measured approached, gently rolling her lips over the tip of his cock and enveloping his delicious head. Pre-cum poured rapidly onto her tongue as she greedily swallowed it, her tongue swirling and dancing across his cock with ease and eager lust, savouring each morsel of cock she could find.
Collecting a mouthful of spit, she dribbled it down the Doctor's cock, the substance leaving a glossy streak in it's wake, her hands quickly collecting as much as she could, smearing it across his shaft and using it to lubricate her slow and methodical jerking. Moaning, the Doctor glanced downwards, the sight of the young woman, slowly easing her lips down his shaft making him weak at the knees. Inching her lips slowly downwards, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she possibly could without choking before holding his shaft in place, letting the man savour the tight depths of her Scottish throat, the young woman letting loose a few moans of her own which reverberated through his cock, sending ripples of pleasure through his body, all the while her hands continued jerking as steadily as she could, her eyes rolling closed.
Slowly and lustily, the musk of his cock driving her, Amy pulled his lips back along his shaft, the imprint of her mouth remaining as she dragged her lips way. The base of his cock was a glossy, sloppy shimmer, whilst the part that had been enveloped in her mouth was a cleaner gloss. Drawing herself all the way back up to his tip, she let her hands follow her movements, her fingers grazing his tip as she retracted her lips, planting a simple soft kiss on his bulbous head. She could feel her thighs sliding against one another, her juices lubricating her creamy flesh as her arousal built and build and built. Casting one more sultry look towards the Doctor, she decided that he was too
embroiled in the pleasure to acknowledge such eye contact. Returning to his cock, she parted her lips and swallowed.
Plunging her mouth back down along his cock, she hit her limit, halting and savouring the sensation of having cock lodged deep in her throat. Instead of ripping her lips back along his shaft, she took a slower and more measured pace, dragging her lips back along to his tip, her hand close behind. When only his tip remained, she plunged her lips back down swiftly, alternating on each stroke. Going deep and fast on the way down, but slow and methodical on the way up keeping the Doctor's cock in a constant state of pleasure and intensity. Building up the rhythm until It was slick and perfected, Amy grinned around his cock, moaning constantly as she melted away into her own personal fantasy. They were on the deck of a vast Spaceship, a massive glass window looking out onto the stars, her mouth full of delicious cock. The Doctor would lift her up, pin her against the wall and ravish her every crevice. Instead, she got a broom cupboard and a man too nervous to touch her. There was time to change all that though.
Giving his cock a few last strokes with her mouth, she plucked her lips from his length and planted a last kiss on the tip of his cock, her hands moving to smear the saliva across the purple head. Tracing her tongue along his cock, she let the slick muscle dance down his shaft, moving towards his balls, untouched by her silky and skilled tongue. Jerking him swiftly off with both her hands, she arched her back and positioned herself beneath his shaft, her lips lingering near his balls, waiting for the moment to lunge forwards and capture one of the sensitive bulbs of flesh. Reaching forwards, she parted her lips and took one of his balls into her mouth, causing the Doctor to moan, a new avenue of pleasure bestowed upon him, his balls tingling deliciously. Running her tongue across the small mouthful, she played with it, playfully batting it with her tongue whilst suckling eagerly on the organ. Popping It out of her mouth, she watched it sway back and forth, delightfully glossy and slick. Lunging forwards, she took his other ball into her mouth affording it the same sumptuous treatment until it too was silky and slick. Plucking both her lips and hands away from his cock, she rose to her feet and turned around.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she moaned, gathering the loose fabric of her nightie up around her waist, revealing her plump bum to the Doctor. Bending over, she presented herself, biting her lip as she waited for the delicious sensation of a thick cock prying her folds apart to fill her body.
"What about the… plastic bag thing?" The Doctor asked, striding forwards and reaching out to touch her bum, but flexing his fingers instead, unsure as to what he should do and whether he was allowed to touch her alluring and strangely perfect arse.
"Plastic what? Oh, the condom… bollocks…" Amy groaned, standing up straight, her nightie falling back into place, as she kicked off her slippers. Picking each one up, she looked for a second condom, her frustration growing as she realised that she had only kept a single one on her. A foolish mistake in retrospect. Checking the pockets of her clothing, she pulled the outfit over her head, displaying her body in full as she fumbled around through fabric, tossing it to the ground in frustration and leaning against the wall, "I should have brought more… bugger… Just fuck me without it…"
"What about pregnancy and… space diseases…" the Doctor asked as she turned back around, desperate to get her rocks off, but quietly disappointed in the fact that she'd have to wait. She could hardly come back to Rory with a baby. A space baby. He'd freak out.
"I don't care… I do care… Fuck…" she sighed, turning back around and facing the Doctor with a disappointed face, her fantasy off fucking on a spaceship being postponed. Watching, she saw the Doctor start to pull his trousers up and shot him down with a confused look, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting dressed? You don't have…" The Doctor said, bent over at the waist, looking up at her, his eyes level with her glossy quim, her folds glistening and almost sparkling as she folded her arms. Her disappointment dissipated and was replaced with her usual sultry smirk.
"That doesn't mean we're gonna stop. We don't need a condom to get our rocks off. On your knees big boy…" Amy purred, resting a hand on the Doctor's head, gently grasping his hair and pushing him down to the floor, his eyes running along her long slender legs as she loomed over him, a sexy smirk on her lips as she brought his face closer to her pussy, the Doctor unsure as to what she was implying. Looking up at her, baffled, she quickly pointed out what she wanted from him, "Go on. Have a lick."
"A lick?" the Doctor asked, unsure. There was a strange urge in him that was guiding him closer and closer, the reminder that she so lavishly licked his cock lingering his brain. Every gentlemanly part of him was telling him to return the favour. Nodding, she guided his face forwards towards her folds, waiting for him to use his tongue for something worthwhile. Extending the flat of his tongue, her licked her entire pussy from bottom to top in one swift movement, Amy moaning loudly before he pulled away, looking expectantly up at her. Confused as to why he had stopped she looked down at him as was met with vapid confusion. Growing tired of the game, she simply succumbed to the carnal lust and used her grip around his head to pull his face towards her, burying his lips in hers and moaning loudly as she gently humped his face with her crotch.
His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, his palms grasping her plump bum cheeks, inadvertently pulling her pussy harder against his face. Buried amidst her slick flesh, the Doctor kept his tongue inside his mouth. Not that the taste of her pussy was explicitly bad, in fact it was quite nice, but the sudden plunge deep into her hole took him by surprise. Tightening the grip around his head, she guided him into place, trying to get his tongue to slide out of his mouth, but settling for the pleasure his jagged face provided. Wriggling his nose into her folds, it pressed snugly against the sensitive button that was her clit, moaning loudly as it did so. Grinding her hips forwards, she gently moved her pussy up and down his face, his chin dribbling with her juices as his lips were wrapped tightly around the entrance to her hole.
Finally, he succumbed to the urge and let his tongue slide out from between his lips, a gasp coming from Amy's lips as she leant back against the wall, supporting her pleasure ridden knees that were about to buckle. His tongue pushed forwards, slipping deep into Amy's hole and wriggling back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through the young girl's body, her breath going ragged as her stomach almost convulsed. She had forgotten just how sweet the pleasures of oral were and with the Doctor's surprisingly experienced tongue darting back and forth, she knew she was in for a treat. The Doctor had no idea what he was doing, following the moans and groans from Amy as guidance, licking the parts of her that made her moan the most, all the while savouring the way she tasted. Whilst, the idea of letting his tongue go wild on someone's nether regions was a repulsive idea to the Doctor, in practice he found himself quickly relishing it, pushing any other thoughts from his mind.
Letting go off his head, Amy let him pull away for a moment to breathe, giving her a brief moment of respite away from the concentrated pleasure of his tongue. Looking at her slit, the Doctor saw his glisten even more, her thighs going glossy as more and more of her juices leaked from her hole. Wiping his mouth, he kept one hand on her arse cheeks, using it to stabilize his position, any hesitation he once had dispelling itself. His other hand dropped down to his cock, furiously jerking it back and forth, mimicking the moments Amy had performed upon him to great success, his cock throbbed and pulsated in his hand, urging him to dive back into Amy's pussy eagerly and much to Amy's perverse lustful glee.
Meaning to plunge his tongue back into her hole, the Doctor inadvertently missed, his tongue sliding up along her folds and finding her clit. As he grazed her sensitive button, Amy almost collapsed, her knees weakening, the Doctor's grip on her bum being one of the only things keeping her up right. Grabbing his head, she used it to steady herself as the Doctor found his next target. Her folds had pried themselves apart, her arousal opening her like a flower, leaving her clitoris on display. Gently flicking his tongue across it, he heard a chorus of pleasured moans come from her lips, Amy snaking a leg over the Doctor's shoulder, spreading herself wider and giving her more support. Wrapping his tongue around her, clit he gently suckled on it, attacking and pleasing it as best he could, feeling Amy convulse above him as pleasure surged through her delectably perfect body.
Wanting desperately to cum, Amy slid a finger down behind herself, her new position allowing access to her pussy from the rear. Bending over slightly, she pressed a finger against her entrance, weaving it in amongst her folds whilst the Doctor eagerly lapped at her clit. Slowly, but surely, she eased the finger inside herself, her pussy considerably looser having had the Doctor plunged deep inside her. Moaning all the same, she let her other hand find her breast, gently squeezing the sensitive mound, her fingers finding her nipple. It was already rock hard, her arousal handling it for her. The combined pleasure of the Doctor's tongue, her finger which was swiftly joined by a second digit and the attention she was affording her nipples was taking her towards the edge. Sure, she would have wanted to be brought to this orgasmic end by the Doctor's cock, but this would work all the same.
The Doctor was also getting to his end, his hand being more than enough to inch him closer to orgasm. He hadn't jerked off before and thus the new realm of pleasures was overwhelming on his cock. Combine that with Amy's rather delectable attentions to his cock with her mouth and he was readying to explode across the floor of the cupboard. Grunting, he stroked himself to his end, unloading another massive load across the floor, slightly smaller than the one that he delivered Amy, but large nonetheless. The moans that he elicited shook through Amy's clit, causing her to convulse and be pushed over the edge, her body rippling and spasming. Her hands left her pussy and breasts and latched onto the Doctor's head, riding his face as she relished the toe-curling pleasure of another orgasm. Her pussy clenched around the Doctor's lips for a couple moments, until she relaxed, flopping against the wall of the cupboard breathless.
"Don't think… Don't think…" Amy smiled, recovering from the orgasm and latching her hand around the Doctor's bowtie. Pulling him upwards so that he was face to face with her, her trademark sultry smile on her lips as she purred, "Don't think that this means you don't owe me a fuck on a spaceship."
Leaning forwards, she gently pecked him on the lips, everything in her body wanting to pull him into a deep and passionate kiss, but her mind telling her to wait for such a pleasure. Leaving the Doctor, she dressed herself and strutted out to explore the ship, leaving the Doctor standing there, a confused look on his face as he said to himself, "But the Tardis is a spaceship?"
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that! Let me know if you did or didn't. What you'd like to see and what you don't want to see. I read all the reviews and respond where and if I can. I also really enjoy PM's so feel free to send me one if you have any questions or suggestions!
Now, to explain my upload schedule plan. For the first part of year at least, I will be uploading two chapters a week (minimum). I will be keeping the weekly upload for Sensations of Shemales with the other chapter being either the Hunger Games or Doctor Who. Those two will alternate and become fortnightly. I will try and upload a chapter for both Doctor Who stories, but might not be able to. However, if Amy's story gets update one fortnight then either only Clara's story or both will be updated the next fortnight.
As for my other stories and why they won't be being updated, here is the reason. I don't have the drive to write Modern Family anymore and don't want to pump out a poor-quality product just to keep people happy. A Song of Grunts and Moans will be updated whenever I feel like it. So, if I get finished with the chapters I have planned for that week and feel like writing more, that'll be what I write. I will be doing a proper story for game of thrones using (Game of Moans: Fuck or be Fucked) but that needs planning so won't be ready for a while. The same for A Song of Shemales and Futas. Once that is planned, I'll get started.
Hope that all makes sense. If not, pop me a PM or a review and I'll try and answer it. See you in two weeks for a chapter I'm not sure about. Might be a Queenly bit of lesbianism or some robotic indulgences. We'll see ;