Author's Note: Hope you are all well! Amy is back and is ready to get a little kinkier with her sexual endeavours. This chapter will be a rewrite of the current Dalek chapter and in two days' time, I will be removing the older one and keeping this one. And then the story will be updated normally with every chapter being posted one after the other instead of the strange shuffle that has been the past few updates.
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Chapter 7: Strange Desires
"I love a squaddie. Doctor, do you reckon we could get you a uniform? You for… later?" Amy asked, her eyes following one of the soldiers as he marched steadily down along the corridor. Her eyes dipped lower as she gave his bum a good look, the tight uniform framing his muscular frame quite well. She had always had a thing for a man in uniform. It why she and Rory got on so well. His nurse outfit was… quite arousing for the young girl. But she had never done a roleplay with a daring soldier whisking her off her feet for one last night of passion before he was shipped off overseas to some unknown frontier of war. Could be quite kinky…
"Not now Amy," The Doctor breathed fervently as he followed Winston Churchill into his office, the blueprints for the Daleks tucked beneath Bracewell's arms as he rolled them out across the desk and the Doctor set about arguing. The Doctor was really quite sexy when he was angry. He was forward and controlling. The room was his and it was… enthralling. Made Amy's pussy tingle as he bellowed angrily at someone else. Probably a rather strange and uncouth thing to admit, but it did, "That is a Dalek. A Dalek, my sworn enemy. Not an Ironside, a Dalek. I've fought them all through space and time and they are the deadliest creatures in the known universe. They always have a plan. You have to get rid of them. How ever you got them in the first place doesn't matter, just destroy them."
"Bracewell designed them, and they are going to win me the war," Churchill announced, vehemently opposing the Doctor despite him having vastly superior instincts when it came to the machines. Frustrated, the Doctor retreated, smashing his fist into the door angrily.
"Why did you call me if you aren't going to listen to me?" The Doctor breathed, the fury bubbling in his face, his jawline flexing as he tried to control his anger. One of the Daleks or Ironsides moved past the door and the Doctor hurriedly slammed it, the echo sounding through the entirety of the War Rooms.
"I recognise your opinion, but we are at war. The Axis are pushing hard at us and we have to have something to push back with. There are only so many men we can sacrifice before we use these Ironsides. Fifteen of them could win back France and a few dozen more could win the war!" Churchill bellowed, trying his best to bring the Time-Lord over to his side, but failing miserably. Pulling open the door, the Doctor disappeared deeper into the War Rooms, leaving Amy, Bracewell and Churchill, who was quick to ask Amy, "Try and win him over with your… womanly ways. He likes you."
"Womanly ways? Wow, didn't think I'd have Winston Churchill telling me that today," Amy smirked, offering the old man a wink. She liked him. Having read all about him in history class, she considered him a hero and one of the sole reasons they won the war. And it was quite exciting to actually talk to him and flirt a little. I mean, what else is a time machine for if not hitting on your idols.
Turning and leaving the room, she looked around for the Doctor, pouring through the many rooms and alcoves in search of him without finding any glimpse of him. She checked the Tardis, but found it empty and thus, she was left at a loss. Standing there, she looked around for any sign, but nothing. However, her interest was quickly piqued by a woman, blonde leaving a room marked private. She fixed her blouse, reaching in and adjusting one of her breasts before walking back to work. Understandably curious, Amy slid through the room and found herself at the door. Pushing it open, she heard it click and she was inside. Turning a small light on, she was met with what appeared to be a defunct Dalek or Ironside. She wasn't really sure who to believe at this point. What was the woman doing in here? Maybe it was just a supply room that people went into to get off. When she had a job at a call centre, there was a cupboard which guys would use to jerk off and woman would occasionally use to slip themselves a quick finger. Maybe it wasn't all too different back in old days.
"HUMAN FEMALE DETECTED!" The shrill voice shrieked, the blue light of the Dalek's eyestalk lighting up and looking over her, accessing and analysing her. Taken aback, she made sure she had closed the door before looking at the robot. It was chained in place, held against the wall so as it couldn't move, with heavy iron braces holding the bottom in place. Bracewell had a table nearby with a series of notes scribbled on them hastily and with great difficulty. They were smudged across the lines and written in strange patterns as if he was preoccupied at the time of writing. Which, still didn't explain why the woman was in here. Looking down the list of scribbles, she found a sequence of words that seemed to be orders for the robot.
"Alright… Fine, let's give this a shot. You ready tin-can? Of course, you are, you're a robot. Right, activate Primary Protocol A," She said clearly and firmly, the Dalek taking a moment to adjust before letting out a loud whirring noise. The sound of metal grinding against metal filled the room until finally, one of the large metal bumps in the shell of the Dalek folded away and a long phallic object slowly pushed itself out. It was tapered with smoothed beads of metal stacked on top of each other, growing in length the further down the thick metal shaft you got. It was about nine inches long, pitiful when compared to what Amy was now used to but was still a hefty size for the young Scottish redhead. The sight of it was quite appealing in a strange and perverse way. Taking a step back, she admired the shaft, musing to herself, "Wow… The people in the old days had it right. Why just have a cupboard when you can have a dedicated sex robot?"
"I AM NOT A SEX ROBOT! I AM AN IRONSIDE!" The Dalek screeched loudly, shaking slightly and making Amy smirk as she looked at the thick metal cock that was sticking out of it. She was surprised that Bracewell would design such a thing and a part of her wondered if she could go out and recite the same order to the other robots and watch them trot about the Cabinet War Rooms with nine-inch cocks sticking out from their shells. The mental image along made her giggle slightly.
"I'm sorry, but I reckon you are. So, do people just come in here and… you know… get themselves off?" Amy asked, folding her arms as the cock seemingly winked at her. It was teasing her, taunting her. It was one of the first robots she had ever met, and it had a rather delectable looking cock. Surely… if the other girls are free to use it as such… surely no one would mind if she indulged – so to speak.
"I DO NOT UNDERSTAND! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'GET THEMSELVES OFF'! ANSWER ME!" the Dalek screeched once more, Amy glanced over her shoulder at the door and deciding that she ought to take advantage of the situation. Pulling her leather jacket off, she unzipped her boots and set them aside. Unbuttoning her black mini-shorts, she worked them down over her hips and dropped them to her side, leaving her standing in her black tights and her red lacy panties. Peeling the tights down her legs, she tossed them to the side before dropping her panties unceremoniously. Running her fingers swiftly through her slit, she felt her wetness coat her fingers. Standing in only her bra and small tank top, she bit her finger.
"Well… Why don't I show you, seeing just how… uneducated you are," Amy smiled, dribbling a mouthful of saliva into her hand before jerking the metallic cock back and forth, lubricating it steadily. Despite how slick and wet her pussy was, she wanted to make sure. Leaning forwards, she dribbled another mouthful of saliva, rendering it slick, glossy and wet and ready for her quim.
"STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP TOUCHING ME! I AM AN IRONSIDE! I AM AN IRONSIDE!" The Dalek screeched as Amy turned herself around, presenting her ass to the robot and widening her stance a little to lower herself to the metallic shaft's height. It took some manoeuvring, but she eventually had it lined up with her folds, the small beaded tip of the cock pressing against her folds and prying herself apart, resting gently against her entrance, threatening to plunge deep inside her at a moment notice. The Dalek's insistence on shaking and moving made it difficult to get the angle just right, but she eventually found it, biting her lip.
"Some advice… Be quiet… The lady should be the one who's screeching," Amy smiled, pushing her bum back just enough so that the tip pushed inside, the Dalek stopping it's shaking as she groaned softly. The cold metal felt strange inside her, but she had no qualms with sinking herself lower and lower on it's thick shaft. As she eased her bum slowly backwards, she felt each curved bead of the cock growing wider with every inch, stretching her the deeper and deeper it went, the cold twinge swiftly departing as her quim warmed the shaft. Her lips fell open and she gasped audibly as she got half way, the bulbs growing bigger and stretching her folds wider than she expected. Having looked at the cock before she didn't think it would have gotten this wide, but perhaps the tapered nature led her to be surprised. Taking a moment, she pulled her tank top up and over her breasts, folding her bra down and out of the way allowing her to rub and play with her breasts. One hand focussed on her sumptuously silky globes, whilst the other slid down between her thighs, finding her clit and furiously rubbing it, her fingers becoming slick and glossy with her arousal, her hole tingling with pleasure.
She wasn't one to be outdone by largeness of the length and took it in her stride, gently starting to bounce back and forth, trying to widen herself a little. She had managed to take the Doctor's cock without any problems, but this one seemed a little trickier. Tricky, but not undoable. Amy was confident in this aspect and was eager to get her bum pressed firmly against the cold metal case of the robotic machine. Easing back and forth, she began to breath heavily before pushing herself backwards. Slowly and steadily, she pushed backwards, feeling the next bulbous inch of the cock prying her folds apart, begging access. Pleasuring her clit as she did so, she eased backwards, the inch finally sinking inside. With the momentum of that last push, she eased the next one in, gasping as she did so and taking a moment to breathe, only two inches of thick metallic cock left to worm inside herself. Not wanting to bounce up and down the inches that she had inside her out of fear of not being able to ease them back in quickly and efficiently, she focussed on her clit, tickling and rubbing it was as much fervour as she could muster, the pleasure outweighing the discomfort of having her insides pushed wider and wider apart.
It felt incredible. But Amy was not satisfied, her pussy being hesitant to allow her to force the last two inches inside. They were, in retrospect, rather bulbous and large inches, but she wasn't going to be defeated by a robot cock. Not after being able to stomach and master the Doctor's shaft so easily. Breathing in heavily, she decided to go all out. Widening her stance as much as she could so that she was almost bent over horizontal, using Bracewell's note table to steady herself, she pushed backwards, slowly and steadily and without faltering. Pushing and pushing, she winced slightly, but felt a wave of pleasure course through her as her folds gave away, her entrance widened, and the cock slipped entirely inside. The last two inches entered her as one, her pussy giving away to both without question, Amy's arse pushing firmly against the cold metal case of the Dalek's shell, the sensation sending shiver through her body and forcing her to gently wiggle her rear, her hand continuing to slide up and down her folds, rubbing her clit as she did so, her inside spreading immensely to accommodate the bulbous, rigid cock.
She took a moment to adjust, trusting that she had trained her pussy enough to handle the length fucking in and out of her. Before she could start to move however, the shrill, unhampered voice of the Dalek screeched once more, bellowing throughout the room and startling the young redhead, "PRIMARY PROTOCOL A COMPLETE! SUB-FUNCTION SERIES NINE AVAILABLE! MANUAL OR AUTOMATIC INSERTION METHOD?"
"Oh… Automatic definitely…" She moaned, assuming that it meant the robot was going to take control of it's movements. If that was the case, then she needed to figure out a way to take this thing back to the Tardis. An automated sex toy with the power to fuck her? She knew plenty of friends who would pay good money to get their hands on a toy like that and a few boyfriends who would be out on the street with tech like this floating around. And much to her happiness, the cock slowly began to retract back inside the metal shell, seemingly shrinking as each bead of sumptuous pleasure was pulled out of her depths, easing itself out until only the tip remained. Breathing heavily, Amy almost squealed as the cock pushed back inside with a slow and powerful thrust. Keeping her arse planted firmly against the shell, she trusted the cock to find its way into her depths, the rigid first stroke causing the young girl to moan lustily, her fingers drifting away from her clit, trusting that the pleasure of a hard fuck from the hydraulic cock would be pleasurable enough. And by god was she right. Moaning, she purred, glancing back at the quiet Dalek and teasing it, "Not a sex-bot, eh? Could have fooled me…"
"I AM NOT A SEX ROBOT! I AM AN IRONSIDE!" The Dalek squealed in response, Amy rolling her eyes as the cock began to build up a slow and steady rhythm, plunging deeper and deeper inside her with each slow and steady thrust. Moaning softly, she grasped her breast in her hand, tweaking her nipples as she let herself get steadily fucked. The cock moved faster and faster drilling into her again and again, the young girl keeping entirely stationary and allowing the robot to do all the sumptuous and salacious work, her pussy quivering closer and closer to an orgasm as the cock hammered home. The soft wet slaps of her cunt getting drilled into filled the room, combined with the soft moans from her lips. Her body developed a slick layer of sweat, giving her an erotic glow as she started to gently bounce her arse back and forth, meeting the Dalek's thrusts, her ass crashing against the metal and amplifying the sultry pleasure that was reverberating through her quim.
As she built her own rhythm, the crashing of her arse against metal filling the room, Amy felt her body shudder and hit her orgasm. Her pussy spasmed, clenching tightly around the moving cock inside her hole. Squealing loudly, she pushed her bum against the metal shell and held it there, allowing the Dalek's drilling cock to milk every morsel of sumptuous pleasure from her orgasm, her tightening muscles doing nothing to halt the drilling movements of the cock. Her clit tingled as her body began to shudder, the young redhead struggling to keep her legs steady as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded across her lithe and buxom body. Finally, her orgasm subsided, the young girl wholly satisfied with the orgasm, but perversely interested in seeing how long she could last impaled on the cock. However, before she could decide the door opened and Amy flung her hands to her privates, trying to hide herself as a figure walked in and closed the door behind her, oblivious to Amy's presence.
It was one of Churchill's aides from the War Table, by the name of Lilian, a cute brunette with her hair tied up and wearing a neatly pressed uniform, a uniform she was swiftly and unashamedly unbuttoning. Before she continued, she slid the lock on the door into place, Amy groaning as she realised how foolish she had been to not check for a lock. Unsure whether or not she should announce herself, Amy quickly decided to keep quiet as the woman peeled the uniform and dropped it to the floor, standing in only her underwear. Her underwear was what surprised the young redhead the most as it was incredibly intricate and unbelievably sexy. She had a corset on, that was laced and flaunted her most intimate areas, her breasts pushed up and presented in a sumptuous plumpness. That led down to her panties which were lace as well, hinting at a neatly shaved quim and a gorgeously fleshy arse. She had a garter belt attached to both the corset and the long stockings she had on, her outfit that of a modern-day dominatrix rather than a comely War Time woman. The woman began to undo her corset, quickly discarding that and breathing a sight of relief. Not bothering with her other clothing, she simply dropped her panties and calmly smiled to herself before turning around and recoiling in horror as she displayed her intimate areas to a complete stranger, who she herself was entirely naked and already impaled upon that which she had hoped to be fucking.
"Oh! My god, apologies… I didn't realise the room was occupied," Lilian stammered, turning to open the door, but realising that she had both locked it and was, for all intents and purposes, entirely naked. Turning back around, she began to rifle through the large pile of clothes, comprising of both hers and Amy's. Laying her hands-on Amy's panties, she lifted them up and quickly blushed handing them over to Amy, whilst trying to keep her eyes firmly on the floor, "These must be yours…"
"Yeah, eh… thanks. You don't have to be all… fidgety about it. We're women, we know what we look like naked. No reason to be ashamed, eh?" Amy said, standing a little more upright and groaning as the cock adjusted itself inside her, the now slick metal easily shifting inside her. The new upright position however, afforded Lilian a full look at the young girl's body, including her folds which were glossy and spread wide around the cock, the sight enough to make the brunette ogle the redhead's pussy, out of a slight admiration, but even more out of lust.
"It's just… To look at a woman whilst she engages in… coitus… isn't exactly… well it isn't allowed," Lilian explained, her outdated mannerisms and beliefs causing Amy to scoff. If anyone in her time had ever told her that she wasn't allowed to look at a woman shagging, she'd have slapped them half-way across the country.
"Says who?" Amy asked, folding her arms, still slightly hunched over. She was curiously watching the way the brunette neglected to cover herself, letting Amy revel in the petite plumpness of the woman. That and the way she occasionally glanced up at Amy, taking fleeting looks at her sweat glistening body, led her to believe that whilst the woman was proudly declaring this to be her belief, it wasn't nearly as solid as she was pretending it to be.
"The bible and the law. I can hardly be seen cavorting with a woman in a sexual manner. It's highly unprofessional and just… wrong," she said vehemently, finally looking into Amy's eye, the twinkle of arousal being plain as day. A hand finally moved down between her legs, hiding her neatly trimmed pussy from Amy's view, just as her folds began to glisten from innate natural lust.
"And what do you think? You like looking at women's breasts? Picturing them in your mind? There's no shame in it. I think it's quite flattering. I'm more than happy to let you look at me. Our little secret? What happens in this cupboard, stays in this cupboard?" Amy suggested, pulling her pussy slowly forwards, her folds sliding along each ribbed inch of the metallic cock, Lilian's eyes drawn to the woman's slit as her folds pried apart, each glossy bead of shimmering cock leaving her pussy, the redhead inching closer and closer to her. Amy's fingers found her shoulders, gently dancing across the brunette's skin, the woman gently blushing as Amy made her advances.
"It… does seem quite exhilarating, now that you mention it… Complete secrecy?" she blushed, looking up at Amy as she softly smiled, the redhead's hands snaking slowly up to the brunette's neck, gently pulling their bodies together, their breasts being the first things to touch each other, Lilian's breath losing itself.
"Complete secrecy… unless, well… unless you are a screamer? Then again, this room seems pretty soundproof to me," Amy purred, running her tongue along her lips, before finally leaning in and gently pressing against Lilian's lips, the girl entirely freezing at the touch, yet as she pulled away, Lilian finally melted a little, her hand leaving her own pussy and tentatively running itself along Amy's hip, gently caressing the soft girl's flesh, not venturing to lay more than a finger on the redhead's body. Realising she had won her over, Amy asked out of sheer curiosity, "How long have you known that boys aren't for you?"
"Since I was sixteen. I had my first kiss and felt nothing… But I met a girl… and we got to know each other, and one thing led to another and…" Lilian admitted, her lips hovering nervously near Amy's, for even though she was sinking slowly into the moment, she was still nervous as to what was about to happen.
"And you fucked?" Amy asked, a salacious grin on her face as Lilian blushed heavily in response to the redhead's probing and frankly unrestrained questions. Before she could respond however, Amy leant in, capturing her pert lips in her own and gently kissing her, their lips lingering against one another's for a brief moment before parting ever so slightly. Breathless, Lilian succumbed entirely, her lips chasing Amy's as she pulled away, the brunette licking her lips nervously as Amy taunted and teased her.
"You are a very peculiar woman…" Lilian remarked as Amy leant in and passionately claimed the brunette's lips, their tongues battling intimately as all was let loose. Their hands wandered each other's bodies, Lilian's clasping Amy's perfect and sumptuously soft rear end, squeezing and pulling the handfuls of flesh as Amy sought the woman's perfect breasts, her thumbs playing with the girl's nipples, gently tweaking and rubbing them. Gently running her hands down from her breasts, Amy ran her fingers along the curves of the woman's hips, finally dipping down between her thighs and slipping a couple fingers along her folds, the brunette gasping at the touch and pulling her lips away, her pussy tingling at the slightest, skilful touch. Moaning audibly, Lilian breathed, "How is that you are so intimately aware of a woman's quim? Do they allow such things as this where you come from?"
"They celebrate it," Amy smirked, remembering just how fond people were of her when someone stumbled upon her and Mels making out at a house party. Before Lilian could respond, Amy found the woman's clit, gently massaging it with her thumb as her fingers collected the woman's juices on their tip, running up and down her slit in search of her delicious entrance. Gasping, Lilian clutched to the redhead, her hands grasping Amy's arse like a handle to keep herself steady, her hips pushing forwards begging Amy to sink a finger inside her and give her the proper fingering she had so long desired. It was one thing to slip a finger inside yourself on a lonely night imagining some buxom blonde bimbo between your legs, but actually having a stunning beauty teasing and taunting you with pleasures you have fantasised and craved for years on end is something else.
Finally, Amy indulged her, sinking a finger inside the brunette, robbing her of her breath, her moans becoming empty and hollow, silent gasps of incredible pleasure. Curling it upwards, Amy stroked her digit along Lilian's g-spot, her pussy spasming immensely as waves of pleasure cascaded across her body. Leaning backwards, Lilian propped herself up against the door, her hands wrapping around Amy's wrist as she moaned louder and louder. Continuing to stroke her clit and ease her finger in and out, Amy added a second digit, Lilian groaning again and again, the young woman having been in dire need of a good fuck for a long time and finally Amy was giving her what she had fantasised and lusted after for so long. Lilian had become particularly fond of Bracewell's hidden Dalek, as had a few select woman who had stumbled upon the man's secret passion. She often found herself retreating into the room at lunch time to get herself off. Primarily when she tired of her using her fingers at night needed a more rigid and powerful fucking. She was betrothed after all, but her heart wasn't in it. She loved him, and he was a sweetheart, but seeing what lay between his legs didn't give her the passion that a slick, woman's pussy would.
"Shall we continue?" Amy asked, pulling her fingers away from Lilian's pussy and gesturing towards the Dalek who was standing idly by, the metal cock still standing tall and proud from his shell. Smiling, Lilian nodded, taking a step forwards towards the shaft and turning around to present her ass to the Dalek. Amy slid down onto her knees between Lilian's legs and grasped the metallic cock, guiding the brunette backwards towards the tip, gently easing her into position above the tip. Feeling the first bulb of metal pry her folds apart, Lilian eagerly pushed herself downwards, sliding half the cock inside her without even blinking. She had become rather proficient at impaling herself on the metal cock, although, much like Amy, the last two immense beads of metal were rather trickier, requiring a fair bit of stimulation to slip inside. Though with the gorgeous redhead primed between her thighs, she was confident that wouldn't be a problem.
Leaning forwards, Amy pressed her lips against Lilian's pussy as her folds spread wider and wider, her tongue darting up and down her slit, curving around the metallic cock as it eased inside. Finding Lilian's clit, she wrapped her tongue around the sensitive bulb of flesh, Lilian gasping and snaking her fingers through Amy's silky hair. The added pleasure of Amy's skilled and delicate tongue made sinking down onto the tapered cock a little easier, with the last half of the cock plunging inside her with little effort. Grunting as she speared herself on the cock, Lilian waited a moment, taken aback by the width of the cock, but quickly reassured by Amy's eager explorative tongue which was running circles on her clit, occasionally dipping down to her stretched entrance and stretching her even further by plunging her tongue in alongside the cock.
"Automatic insertion method…" Lilian ordered, not even waiting for the Dalek to offer her the option and instead leaping straight to the point. Her hole began to swim with pleasure, Amy chin burying itself amidst her folds, her tongue lurching and darting towards the most pleasurable spots in her pussy, spots she didn't even know she had, all the while the metallic cock slowly and steadily built up its rhythm, the familiar thrusting sensation being one that was incredibly pleasurable and designed to be orgasmic. Amy's fingers slid up to Lilian's quim, spreading her pussy lips wider and wider, allowing her tongue more direct access to the sweetest spots of her pussy. Amy loved the taste, she was so silky and sweet, her juices dribbling down her chin as Lilian barrelled towards her next orgasm. Lilian began to guide Amy's tongue across her pussy, redirecting her skilled lips to the most sensitive part of body. The button of pleasure that was her clit. Wrapping her lips around the bead of flesh, Amy suckled deftly upon it, her tongue wriggling and tickling the small portion of flesh, Lilian's body writhing in pleasure. In between moans, Lilian breathed another order to the Dalek, one that took Amy by surprise, "Activate… Secondary Protocol… A…"
A second hole opened up on the Dalek's shell, with a second, smaller cock slowly pushing its way out. The way that Lilian was positioned meant that the shaft pressed instantly against her arsehole, the shaft propelling itself deep inside her rear entrance, sliding inside without any hesitation. Amy was confused at first, but after glancing behind her, her lips drew into a salacious and sultry smile, "You're kinkier than I thought…"
"Fuck… I'm gonna make the most of this… Automatic insertion method…" She panted as the cock lodged itself in its entirety up her sumptuous ass, the pleasure of having both her holes filled with cock, alongside Amy's skilled and delicate tongue was something special. And as the new addition to her arse began to ease in and out of her, she felt her orgasm bubbling into life, the incredibly intense pleasure of being attacked from all angles by cocks and a luscious tongue being almost too much to bear. Moaning constantly, she let her hands grab and mash her breasts, trying to cut through the intense orgasmic pleasure a more subtle and mellow one, but only serving to make her pussy tingle and spasm even more. Amy knew that the woman was on the verge, readying to explode in a pulsating wave of pleasure and so she focussed on her clit, attacking with precision and pleasurable skill. A part of her wanted to start playing with her pussy, but she knew if she did, she'd have to stay for longer and she still needed to find the Doctor.
Finally, her orgasm swept over her, her pussy spasming and clenching, her muscles tightening and pinning the metallic cocks in place inside her. The Dalek stopped it's thrusting, registering her increased heart rate as signs that she was shaking through an orgasm. Moaning and squealing, Lilian rode down her orgasm, using Amy's face as the constant source of her pleasure. Sure, having the cocks lodged inside her was all well and good, but it was nothing compared to the mobility and sheer carnal lust that was Amy's tongue. Her long-anticipated orgasm at the hands of another woman was as incredible as she imagined, last for a fair while, her body shuddering as she tried desperately to calm herself, before finally, she slid forwards, her body staggering away from the Dalek, her holes becoming free of cock and Amy falling onto her back amidst the piles of clothing. Lilian quickly followed after her, laying on top of the redheaded woman, their eyes meeting in a lusty haze before lunging forwards and attacking each other's lips.
"How long will you be staying in the War Rooms?" Lilian asked, amidst intermittent kisses, their tongues battling as Amy hooked her leg around Lilian's waist, her foot running across the plump woman's arse, gently slapping down in between the two cheeks and forcing a moan from between her lips.
"I don't know. But I'm definitely staying for a round two with you…" Amy purred, Lilian giggling as they clambered to their feet. Slowly dressing themselves, Amy watched with glee as Lilian fixed her exotic and kinky underwear on, hiding her sexy attire beneath her well kept uniform. Pulling all her clothes back on, Amy neglected her panties and handed them to the brunette woman. Confused, Lilian blushed, her pussy quivering as Amy leant into her ear and whispered, "A gift… Just in case you can't wait for round two…"
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed that. I particularly enjoyed writing it. I know I toned it back a bit from the original chapter with Amy not getting ass fucked, but I want to save Amy's first anal experiences for something truly special down the road.
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