Author's Note: Hey guys! Been a wee little while, but I am hopefully going to try and get back into the swing of things. Have really wanted to update these stories, but it has taken months to try and get the next chapter written. Work has been taking the centre stage which means I have less time to focus on this kind of stuff.
Which is why I want to say that this chapter is a sponsored chapter (if you don't know what that is, read chapter 8 of Clara's story) and I am super excited because of it. I have managed to finish this chapter weeks before I would have been able to normally and I hope you enjoy!
With that said, enjoy the latest chapter and watching Amy try to save the day the only way she knows how. By fucking her way out of her problems.
Chapter 8: To Save The Day
"Good. Good, good, brilliant. Embrace it. That means you're alive. They cannot explode that bomb because you're a human being. You are flesh and blood. They cannot explode that bomb. Believe it. You are Professor Edwin Bracewell, and you, my friend, are a human being," The Doctor proclaimed proudly, announcing the entire room as Bracewell twitched on the floor, the counter slowly ticking by, inching closer and closer to detonation. His triumphant echo bled into sheer panic. Into the descending twinge of failure, of sheer uncertainty. His eyes fluttered up and down Bracewell's chest, fearful as nothing seemed to impede the progressive ticking towards inevitable disaster, "It's not working. I can't stop it…"
Amy felt the fear, the panic in the room, and tried her best to formulate something. She knew what the Doctor was trying to get at, trying to incite in Bracewell, but the focus on fear and pain as the purest human emotions was failing. In that brief moment it clicked in her mind. Where fear and pain were strong, there were far more impactful emotions. Love and more importantly lust. The sheer tingle of eroticism is what sets the human body alight, and a simple touch in the right place, a few choice words and wry grin could do a world of good. And when trying to convince someone that they are human, there is rarely anything more fitting that the primal and carnal passion of wanting to fuck someone, and fuck someone hard.
"Hey, Paisley. Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't?" Amy interjected, striding quickly and confidently across the room, slipping down to her knees beside him, her hand resting on his arm, gently running her palm back and forth as she stared at him, noticing the confusion on his face as he stared up at her. She was playing on the looks he had given her earlier. The fleeting glances at her arse as she bent over a desk and the noticeable looks at her budding cleavage as she sat on a chair beside him. It may have been down to her pure sex appeal, but the lustful and lingering glares were there. And if it meant saving the world, who would she be to deny a horny old man his private fantasies?
"What?" He murmured, looking over at her and being flashed a direct look down her cleavage, her bra drooping just enough for the curve of her nipples to be exposed. Averting his eyes out of sheer respect, Bracewell blushed, unable to stop his body from reacting. His trousers tightened, something that Amy noticed almost immediately, but didn't call attention to.
"It hurts, doesn't it? But kind of a good hurt," Amy murmured, her hand sliding down to his thigh, growing more intrusive, subtly, but noticeably. Seizing up ever so slightly, Bracewell caught on rather quickly, his eyes returning to the soft ravine of creamy flesh that was hanging over him, taunting and teasing him so purposefully with their placement, all framed with the salacious suggestive look on Amy's face.
"I really shouldn't talk about her…" Bracewell responded, fluttering a suggestive look across Amy's face as her hand curved around into his inner thigh, her intent becoming all the more apparent. The timer on his chest had frozen in place, not shifting backwards or forwards, so it was obviously working. Her pinkie curled up slightly to run a slow and subtle caress along his growing bulge, the young girl being surprised by the size of tent growing in his trousers. Perhaps this would be less of an obligation and more of an indulgence after all.
"There's a her?" Amy smiled, biting her lip in response. Glancing up and towards the Doctor, she was suddenly reminded of the audience they had all accumulated and whilst the prospect of saving the universe was rather pressing, the idea of stripping down and getting off in front of half a dozen people, including the most recognisable Prime Minister of the United Kingdom ever, wasn't exactly appealing, "Doctor? Give us the room, eh?"
"What? Why? This is working, keep going. What was her name?" The Doctor asked aimlessly, being so blunt as to completely misunderstand the implication of Amy's words. Even Churchill raised an eye at her probing hand and wry seductive drawl.
"Because… Well… I'd rather not… you know… in front of people? You know?" Amy heavily hinted, drawing his attention away from Bracewell and towards her hand. The look on the Doctor's face as it dawned on him was priceless, his cheeks blushing as he watched Amy's hand slip further up, the effectiveness enunciated by the timer reducing by a segment, turning yellow.
"Oh… Really? Erm… Well… It's just… Yes, erm… The room. It's just this is a bomb? It's a bit… unconventional? I was really thinking more off a big speech and spiel about humanity would do the trick, not… the naked stuff?" the Doctor stammered awkwardly, the tension of the impending doom being somewhat mitigated as even Churchill smirked at the man's complete ineptitude.
"Well, considering my fondling has done more than your philosophy, why don't you run off and polish that speech up a little. We'll call it plan B?" Amy smiled, her hand sliding up and cupping Bracewell's crotch, his thick and throbbing shaft pulsating in response to her delicate touch. Several of the onlookers turned their heads, whilst Churchill leered on, watching intimately as the redhead shameless stroked the man through his trousers, a soft moan escaping Bracewell's lips.
"Right… Well… Okay. Come on then Churchill… Let's go… and erm… yeah," the Doctor stuttered, unsure about leaving Amy in the room with one of the most dangerous weapons in the world. Then again, staying would mean he would have to confront the salacious and sexual implication of Amy's actions. And as the Doctor clearly and constantly displayed, chances are the world would sooner explode than he would come to terms with it.
"Right you are Doctor. I'll just make sure nothing goes wrong, shall I?" Churchill announced quietly, peering at Amy's bum as her short skirt hiked up a little, flashing her naughty panties and the creamy curves of her ass. Glancing backwards briefly, she shot him a glare that even he understood and forced him to leave the room, leaving Amy alone to save the universe through the most unconventional means. On the positive side, Amy would finally be able to say that her pussy stopped the Earth from exploding.
"Tell me about her? What was her name?" Amy purred, her grip on Bracewell's crotch becoming firmer as she explicitly fondled him, tracing his cock along the length of leg, her hand gently stroking him off through the fabric, all the while the man looked on in sheer disbelief at the erotic situation he had been put in. If ever there was motivation to not explode, a sexy young redhead practically jerking you off was just that.
"Dorabella…" Bracewell murmured as Amy shot him promiscuous looks, finally going all out and beginning to unzip his trousers, the older man's breath almost catching in his throat as she slipped her long slender fingers inside and wrapped them daintily around his length. The shock of her warm and purposeful fingers softly and gently caressing his cock was somewhat welcome as he gazed longingly at her body and her round supple features. Tugging his trousers down a little, Amy freed his shaft and looked on with relative awe. Obviously, the Dalek's were very generous in their estimation of male anatomy, which was surprising considering the fact that they went to that effort. Every ridge and vein throbbing in her hand and Amy felt a perverse eroticism with each hard-pulsating inch she gently jerked off. The way his foreskin peeled along his head, revealing the thick alluring flesh, a bead of pre-cum smeared across the purplish head, begging to be tasted by the innate slut that lingered in Amy's mind.
"Mmm… She must have been a lucky girl with this at her disposal," Amy purred as she began to lazily drag her hand back and forth, slowly dribbling a mouthful of saliva down onto his length and steadily massaging it across his sizable cock. It was nowhere near comparable to the Doctor's, but it was pleasantly hefty for Amy's tastes, which were immensely refined at least in terms of what she wanted in a slab of man meat. Though what she wanted and what she often settled for were two completely different things. Wrapping a second hand around his cock, Amy tightened her grip, steadily milking more and more pre-cum from his rigid cock, her hands becoming a slick and delicious mess of saliva and pre-cum, which add to the slick and sticky nature of her immensely precise handjob. Every soft squeeze and pull was purposefully done to make Bracewell moan and to amazing effect. She began to twist her hands, accelerating her handjob to a sensual, but brisk pace, constantly milking moans of approval from the aged man, his panic about exploding starting to dissipate.
"Oh god no. I never did… We we're never quite like that. I must say my affections were never definitively returned. Such a sweet girl, but… but she was a little too good for likes of me," Bracewell reminisced, watching Amy's lustful eyes as she methodically stroked him off. Despite her best efforts, his eyes continued to fleet away, almost ashamed to admit what was happening. Smiling at the nervousness, Amy reaffirmed her position, shrugging her jacket off and unashamedly folding down the front of her top, revealing her perky, firm and plump breasts. They softly jiggled as the fabric peeled away, her nipples rock hard and ready for action. Her hands returned to his cock as she pushed her tits together, deepening the cleavage between her breasts and giving Bracewell a glorious sight to feast his eyes on and one he simply couldn't look away from.
His twitching hands soon became Amy's next target as she slid one of hers down to grasp it, lifting his palm to her breasts and tightening his fingers around the soft handful. Instinctively, he began to fondle and play with the handful, gently squeezing the soft flesh as Amy moaned as if it was the most pleasurable thing in her life. She began to grind downwards ever so slightly, grinding her hips back and forwards as she moaned softly, lusting after the feeling of his calloused hands roughly grope her tits. Soon his fingers became more explorative, peeling away and pinching down on her nipples and causing an erotic gasp to push through Amy's lips as she grinned like a horny schoolgirl, her hands continuing to move up and down with wet, rhythmic slapping sounds.
"Oh my… Well she's the one missing out with something like this. Any girl in Britain would be happy to have this in her hands. I know I am…" Amy purred, her thumb running along to his purplish head and rubbing circles across the sensitive flesh, causing Bracewell to breathe in sharply, before letting out a deep and subtle groan. His outburst was reflected in the way he pinched down firmly on Amy's nipple with such pressure that would hurt any normal girl, only it set Amy's pussy on fire, her panties soaking through in an instant as the tingling pain bristled through her sensitive flesh, the young girl almost wanting to be bent over and roughly spanked at this point. Her mind began to wander away from herself, but she spied the countdown once again and redoubled her efforts, leaning forwards, her lips lingering dangerously close to his cock, her hot breath rippling along his turgid and sensitive length, "Tell me about her? I'll bet she was gorgeous…"
"Oh, she was. The most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes upon," Bracewell began, his eyes leaving Amy for a moment as he recalled his childhood sweetheart with fondness. His wandering eyes allowed Amy her moment to pounce, her lips parting and her mouth swallowing half of Bracewell's cock with ease, silencing the man as she drooled across his cock, coating his shaft in liberal amounts of slick saliva, her hands continuing to work diligently as her tongue lavished the man's cock with all the attention she could muster. Curling her tongue around every inch that was in her mouth, she tightened her lips and suckled on his length, batting him a lustful wink before plunging her lips downwards and slowly and seamlessly taking every thick, throbbing inch into her tight clutching throat, her lips pressing against his crotch and her nose being buried in the wiry, silvery pubic hair. Breathless, Bracewell attempted to continue his remising, but found himself entirely distracted, "She was a redhead of course. It was Scotland after all. And she had the most wonderous freckles… And… And lovely lips… Oh, my…"
Grinning around his cock, Amy closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around his length, clenching her throat with expert ease, before slowly and methodically dragging her lips upwards. Her hands were seamless, latching onto his cock as she drew backwards and steadily jerking him back and forth as she left streaks of slick saliva along his cock, his shaft glistening. As she neared his head, she pulled back just enough to plant a soft kiss on his tip before thrusting back down, slipping his entire cock into her throat within seconds and masterfully starting to bob up and down, the wet slurping sounds echoing through the room as her hands became more focussed on his balls, collecting loose saliva and coating his balls in it, lubing them to a glossy shimmer and making her constant firm massage all the more delightful.
Bracewell was dragged along with this lustful endeavour, watching as Amy gagged on his cock like a cheap prostitute would, her lips speeding up and down his length quicker and quicker, saliva bubbling from her mouth and leaving sloppy steaks along his cock, streaks that were occasionally collected by her hand and jerked along his cock, her once meticulous and delightfully neat blowjob descending into a degrading, sloppy deep-throat-fuck. Moaning loudly and almost uncontrollably, Bracewell watched the nest of fiery red hair bounce up and down his length, his fantasy taking place as he imagined it was his childhood sweetheart guzzling on his cock, as his teenage fantasies had so often imagined. Amy's passionate and eagerly hungry blowjob became a lustful erotic descent into the earlier sexual depravity of his life, only this time, instead of curbing his lust alone in his bed, he had a gorgeous redhead gorging herself like an animal on his cock.
The next surprise came as Amy's hand grabbed Bracewell's once more, guiding it not towards her breasts but further back. Her skirt had hiked itself up around her waist, her plump arse cheeks framed by her tight, dripping wet panties. Planting his hand firmly on her ass cheeks, she partly hoped he would start disciplining her, spanking her like a naughty schoolgirl and turning her ass a ruby red. However, she settled for the newfound probing eagerness of his digits as he peeled her panties to one side and slipped his hand down between her thighs, his fingers carving their way through her glossy wet folds, and gently massaging her dripping wet pussy, slick with sheer erotic arousal that her horny, sex addled mind conjured up.
Moaning around his cock, the simple touch caused her to hum salaciously, that tingling pleasure that reverberated through Bracewell's cock further prompting him to properly diddle the young girl's eager clutching cunt. Diverting what thought he could away from admiring Amy's salacious blowjob, Bracewell slid his fingers along the fringes of her pussy, feeling her wetness dribble along his fingers and coat them as he explored her hungry snatch. Curling up towards her clit, he used his albeit limited knowledge of female anatomy, and Amy's growing muffled groans to find the woman's sweet spot, slowly and tentatively massaging it to glorious sloppy effect, her grunts and moans vibrating along his cock and almost setting his orgasm off immediately. The building towards his inevitable relief of pleasure slowly abated the ticking timebomb as segments of the counter ticked in the opposite direction with every surge of insurmountable pleasure that built in his core.
Sliding his fingers, a little deeper, he found her entrance, easily sliding two fingers deep into her cunt and to immediate success as Amy stopped and groaned around his cock, her throat tightening as the pleasure tingle through her body, the lust to have something replacing those measly fingers building in her. Continuing her slow and steady blowjob, Amy's ears pricked up as she began to hear something. The slow continuous decrease of the counter frozen once more and glancing up it became clear that it was starting to rise again. Panicking, Amy impaled her throat on his cock again and again, sliding her lips quicker and quicker along his length, but to no avail. No number of fingers lunging inside her changed it either. Despite the steady success, it wasn't working as planned. Bracewell's infatuation was becoming a little more personal. A little more lusting for Amy than his beloved Dorabella.
Pulling her lips away from his cock, Amy glanced up and down, wondering just what she could do in order to cease the slow tick of the counter. She hadn't really factored in for her lustful and eager throat falling short. Without any form of elegant and well-thought out approach, Amy resorted to force of will. What would get a man to feel more human? Well, perhaps being faced with the intricacies of female anatomy. I mean if anything was going to make a guy feel the human emotion of passion it would be coming face to face with a woman's dripping wet cunt and being given an all access pass to her deliciously slick folds, "Right then Bracewell… Enough chatter. I don't want you to tell me about those fantasies. I'm a redhead. I'd bet my arse is somewhat similar. Don't fantasise about Dorabella. Give her the treatment good and proper, eh?"
"Well, I supp…" Bracewell stammered, being unable to get a word in edgeways as Amy practically tore the rest of her clothing off, revealing her gorgeous slim frame and delicate creamy skin. The man's eyes drifted down towards her now entirely exposed pussy, revelling in the sight of her slick folds and her neatly trimmed pubic hair, a sight that was incredibly uncommon at the time, yet immensely arousing. Amy felt Bracewell's cock twitch in her hands as she took his tool back up and before he could stutter anything else, she lifted her legs and straddled the man's face, smothering his lips between her folds and planting her arse firmly on his face, gently wiggling it as enticingly as possible before returning her attention to the stiff cock in front of her.
It took Amy a moment to adjust to the new sensation between her legs as Bracewell seemed decidedly baffled at being plunged between her thighs and told to get to work. However, soon enough, his hands curled around to her ass, gently playing with the soft flesh as he pulled her downwards, sinking her pussy onto his tongue and allowing him full and unrestricted access to a delicious feast of glorious folded flesh. Tentative at first, Bracewell showed his age, his tongue meekly prodding and exploring the outer folds of her pussy, only offering fleeting passes across her clitoris before slipping down to her entrance. Unsure of himself, he licked wherever, eventually probing his tongue deeper into her pussy, finding her hole and sinking inside, all to a symphony of over-exaggerated lustful moans from Amy; all of which were reduced to simple vibrations along his cock as soon as she returned to gagging on his shaft.
Finally, however, he started to chase those moans, no longer haphazardly twisting his tongue into hidden nooks that were no more pleasurable than a kiss on the cheek. Instead, his tongue attacked that which caused Amy to properly moan, thus ensuring her lips remained wrapped around his cock and ensured that she continued to send those delicious reverberations along his throbbing cock. Finding her clit, he attacked it in an almost animalistic manner, flicking his tongue back and forth and even daring to run the incredibly sensitive bead across his teeth, the unique friction eliciting a squeal of delight from Amy, prompting her to briefly pull her lips away and moan lustfully into the open air. She quickly returned however, deepthroating Bracewell with little difficulty as she swallowed more and more of his pre-cum, reducing his cock to a slippery, saliva-soaked mess.
Amy didn't expect him to have as talented a tongue as he did, however it was a welcome surprise. Again, he was nothing compared to the Doctor, with the Doctor having a unique ability with oral acrobatics, even if his sex talk didn't prove so. But Bracewell had some flare, at least in part due to Amy's more vocal tendencies when it came to sex. Her constant stream of moans and groans were beneficial not only in atmosphere, but in eliciting pleasure themselves. It quickly came to a point where despite her initial intentions of simply convincing Bracewell of his humanity via sex, she instead craved a good fuck. Her libido had been accentuated the moment she had stepped inside the Tardis for the first time and this was perhaps the first time that lust had been directed at someone other than the Doctor. Maybe she was a slut, slag and a whore. But she didn't care. She needed a cock inside her and soon. But not soon enough to rob herself of one last bout of fanciful oral action from the resident scientist beneath her pussy.
It was safe to say that Bracewell was distracted enough. The ever-looming thought of planet-wide destruction had all but passed from his mind, with his thoughts focussed on the pussy in front of him and delivering as toe-curling a reaction as possible. The initial attempt to convince him on his humanity with thoughts of Dorabella had worked for a time, but now his lust grew for not only her, but the woman in front of him. He had always given passing looks to the younger ladies of the Cabinet-War-Rooms, but never felt any instinctual desire. Not until the familiar tones of Amy's slight Scottish drawl warmed him. He had taken a particular liking to the young girl's form, but now that liking had become something more. His teenage infatuation had been rekindled in his older years, only to whom the lust was for had changed. To have such a young, attractive woman writhing around on top of him, slavering on his cock and moaning as if she was a common street-whore was incredibly affirming. And humanising. And even though he adored the current position, finding it particularly kinky (at least in the time period's sense), he mimicked Amy's unspoken desires. He wanted to fuck her.
Unable to resist the urge any longer, Amy lifted her hips from Bracewell's face and shifted herself forwards, holding his cock up against her pussy as she shifted into place. Moaning at the simple sensation of having a cock brush against her folds, Amy couldn't resist the urge to slide herself up and down a few times, letting his cock peel her folds apart, until she finally felt ready to sink herself down onto his cock and fill herself with thick throbbing shaft once more. However, as she nestled the tip of her cock against her entrance, she felt Bracewell's hands on her hips, trying to get her to turn around. Smirking, she was more than happy to comply, facing the elderly man as she hovered above his cock, "More a tits man than ass? Who I am judge?"
"Well, I suppose. They are very nice breasts…" Bracewell smiled nervously, his hands lowering themselves from her hips and twitching nervously in front of himself. Even as she sat, ready to impale herself on his cock, he was fidgeting like a nervous school-boy. Smirking coyly, Amy grabbed his hands and planted them on her breasts, forcing him to squeeze them roughly, his hands leaving marks on her soft supple white skin.
"Enough of the kind, more of the dirty…" Amy breathed, casting a glance down at his chest and noticing the timer slowly ticking down. Not daring to draw attention to it, she instead made sure she was nestled in place perfectly, ready for a hard fuck. Taking her words to heart, Bracewell's hands immediately left her breasts and found her hips. Before she could realise what was happening, she felt it. Several long hard inches of cock powering their way inside her slick and hungry cunt. That feeling would never not enthral Amy. The sensation thick rigid cock slipping inside of her, pushing her soft and delicate inside to one side and carving a path through her was something a private passion. Though not so private to a fair few people. Bracewell's breath caught in his throat as he experienced the tighten warmth of the young girl first hand, falling in love with the redhead's gorgeous form even more. Perhaps she was looking for a job, he thought? Lab assistant? Moaning softly, Amy began her slow shifting movements back and forth, lazily grinding downwards, satiated in part by the slight shifting of Bracewell's cock inside of her, "That's what we want. Cause that's who you are, isn't it? Not the prim and proper scientist? No, you are dirty, fucking pervert, aren't you? You and that sex robot? Yeah, I found it. I gave it a test run. So, the next time you fuck it, remember that it has been buried in the same tight little cunt that you're buried in right now. Doesn't that make you excited? Horny? Tell, me you're a dirty boy…"
"Oh, I am indeed. I've wanted to fuck you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Don't keep an old perverted fool waiting, dear," Bracewell groaned, conceding to the woman's desires, his hands lunging for Amy's hips in an attempt to get her to fuck him. She kept herself steadfast however, instead biting her lip as she lead forwards, pressing her supple tits against her metallic chest and leaning in to his ear.
"Don't call me dear. Call me what I am…" Amy purred in his ear, guiding his hands up to her arse, gently lifting herself ever so slightly, teasing Bracewell with the mere idea of a hard, intense fuck with her. Moaning softly, Bracewell looked into her eyes as she whispered once more, "If you're a filthy old pervert? What am I?"
"A horny young slut…" Bracewell moaned, followed by a loud and audible gasp. As soon as she heard those words, she lifted her hips upwards, sliding his cock out of her pussy until only the very tip of his bulbous length remained inside her. The cold biting air of the workshop lunged at Bracewell's drenched cock; the man then lusting desperately to be back inside the warm depths of the young girl's pussy. The friction of her pussy pulling back elicited the gasp from Bracewell. That and the sudden shift in Amy's demeanour. She pulled herself backwards, the hungry, horny flicker in her eye. Her hands once again guided Bracewell's to her breasts, whereupon they left his probing digits and rested upon his chest, preparing herself for a hard and rigorous pounding.
Amy launched immediately into doing so, lifting herself up and down at a swift and vigorous pace, hammering her hips downwards and pounding her tight little snatch again and again. The soft wet smacks of their bodies colliding filled the room, accompanied by their incessant moaning. Amy's was louder, not only out a necessity to enthral Bracewell with her sexuality (something she hardly needed to accentuate anymore than simply existing), but out the sheer horniness her body was exuding. The thought that her insistent arousal might be problematic had crossed her mind whilst spending time with the Ironside, however, with a cock lodged inside her tight fanny, she could hardly decide that it was going to be a bad thing. Not with the waves of pleasure that Bracewell's surprisingly thick shaft was proving to provide. It seemed every thrust had a tendency to tickle at her outer folds, sending subtle flickers of pleasure through her entire body. Flickers that were decidedly delightful.
She started out on her knees, but in her usual sex driven mind, she quickly opted to adjust so that she was squatting over Bracewell's cock, resting on the balls of her feet as she bounced up and down slamming herself harder with each thrust, the passion slowly swimming across her mind as she got into her stride. As the pleasure built in her cunt, the usual cycle took place and eventually she was concerned with nothing more than acquiring the sweet, sweet orgasm that appeared to be bubbling within her core, teasing and tantalising her with the endless gushing of sublime pleasure. A part of her wanted to rush to her clitoris and rub the sensitive nub endlessly until she exploded through into an orgasm. However, Amy knew herself too well. Whilst she knew that she would be endlessly aroused, even through several orgasms, she knew the she became… ragged. Dishevelled and a little less sexy. At least in the conventional sense. In the sex-drunk, sweat-streaked animalistic sense, she was unmatched. To put it simply: once she had one, if she wanted another, she'd tear through heaven and hell for another. This situation required a more… debonair approach. Sure, she was a slut. But not a proper one. A sexy one. At least when it came to saving the world.
Hammering her pussy downwards, she filled the room with soft wet slaps, constantly seeking to create a louder, more enticing one. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she barely even remembered that Bracewell was beneath her. The ever-ticking clock was apparent, but in terms of attending to his specific lusts, she couldn't care less. She had done a fair bit during their foreplay. She'd be lying if she wasn't focussed on each driving pound that came with the crashing of her hips. Then again, she needn't have worried. Bracewell's eyes followed her gorgeous face, enamoured by the look on her face. The way her lips parted, the soft rising of her chest which he felt with her hands, and the sexy glow of sweat that adorned her soft skin were amongst the few simple pleasures that the old man adored. That and the constant sliding of her glossy pussy along his cock.
Truth be told, Bracewell couldn't quite recall the last time he had felt the warmth of a woman gleaming along his cock. In truth, that was a result of his creation. When considering facts, he hadn't had a woman doing what Amy was doing ever before and thus, unbeknownst to him, the pleasure was amplified. Feeling her slick hole gliding back and forth, combined with the pleasure of watching her glorious body and face react to the roughness of his cock was a joy. And Bracewell could feel his appreciation building in his balls, his sack heavy and laden with cum that needed somewhere to go. The gentleman inside him prompted him to tell her he was on the verge, but, the stronger side of him hoped and prayed he'd be given the opportunity to pump her delicious cunt full of cum, filling her to the brim with his seed. What a triumph, he thought. Filling such a young and attractive girl with cum as she rode him. That's what it meant to human. That and only that.
Squeezing Amy's breasts, Bracewell found his eyes slowly drifting towards them, adoring the way her flesh reacted to the simplest of squeezes. Not to mention the softness of her skin and the eternal divine pleasure of a woman's supple tits. Pinching her nipples softly, he quickly learnt that Amy wasn't the kind of girl for soft attentions. Her breath barely rose with the softest of pinches, prompting him to sharply and roughly squeeze the sensitive tips, causing Amy to groan lustfully. Rolling each puffing teat between both his fingers, he enthralled himself with the small minute buds, focussing on them as Amy focussed on the fucking. It was a perfect balance, and whilst Bracewell's older sentiments wanted to offer more, he was more than happy to simply lay back and revel in the delicious offerings of the young twenty-first century slag.
It didn't take long, especially considering their heightened state of arousal, for the two of them to be shuddering closer and closer to a good, well-earned orgasm. Amy was the first to realise it, with both her body starting to tighten and Bracewell's cock beginning to twitch inside her. After a long, experienced past, she had come to realise when men were about to unload; especially after a few unfavourable ejaculations deep inside her pussy. She wasn't averse to a good creampie, but only when properly prepared; and when in the mood. With her orgasm on the edge of overwhelming her, she increased her tempo, pounding her ass downwards like a jackhammer, barely giving herself and Bracewell time to adjust to the sensation of having sex.
Amy was the first to cum, her lingering sensitivity from her time with the Ironside and general arousal proving to be her downfall. As she twitched and shuddered into a toe-curling orgasm, she moaned and squealed sharply, lifting her hips until Bracewell's cock left her pussy. Keeping it pinned against her pussy however, she continued to lift her ass up and down, using the friction between her hand and slick pussy to push Bracewell into his orgasm. Cumming hard, he spurted several long and plentiful strands of cum across Amy's belly and hand, some strands going so far as to reach the undercurve of her breasts. Stopping her riding, she opted instead to simply jerk Bracewell off furiously, stroking him until the final strands of cum seeped from his cock and dribbled along her hand, leaving them both a substantially sticky mess.
Breathless, Amy sank down onto her knees, resting gently on Bracewell's hips as she caught her breath. Lifting her fingers upwards, she saw the copious amounts of cum that sat on her skin. With a salacious and perverse smirk, she dipped a finger in between her lips, cleaning in dry and savouring the salty taste of her reward. Popping the finger out clean, she smiled widely as she also caught a glimpse at the inactive timer on Bracewell's chest, "Definitely tastes human to me… Don't expect you'll get any higher confirmation than that…"
"Well I should certainly hope so after… after that… My, well… I couldn't feel more human if you asked," Bracewell breathed, wiping his brow as he watched Amy gorge on his cum, licking each finger clean before starting to collect the stray dribbles that painted her stomach.
"Good! Now, we'd best get dressed. Should probably let the Prime Minister know the world isn't about to explode. Well… not yet, that is," Amy chirped happily, playfully knocking on Bracewell's chest as she rolled of him and gathered up a cloth from the table to wipe herself clean. Bracewell followed suit, tucking himself back inside his trousers and resorting to watching Amy dress herself. Casting a salacious look over her shoulder, she caused him to blush and lunge towards a table, pretending her was suddenly consumed in some vital work. Smirking, Amy pulled her clothing on, tightening it as she did so, all with one important piece missing. Turning around, she walked across to Bracewell, pulling him around to face her. With a wry grin she dangled the pair of panties she had been wearing in front of him before tucking it inside his front pocket, "Just in case you start having any doubts about if you're human or not. Whip them out and have a little time to… reminisce…"
"My, Miss Pond… You are one of a kind…" Bracewell breathed, exasperated by the sheer thought. Leaning in, the young girl pecked him on the cheek before walking for the door, her wiggling bottom enticing Bracewell's gaze. Suddenly realising that the frilly fringes of her panties were still poking out from his pocket, he grabbed them, feeling their slight wetness on his fingers as he tucked them away from view.
"Don't you forget it Bracewell. I sure as hell won't…" Amy smiled with one last look over her shoulder. Opening the door to the room, she was met with the worried faces of half the Cabinet-War-Rooms, Winston Churchill and the Doctor, all of whom turned to look at her expectantly. A little startled, she smiled before walking straight out, "I don't know why you're all so worried? A redhead works wonders in Scotland…"
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed that. A little deviation from the norm of having a pure Amy/Doctor story. I want to make it clear that I will be taking any and all opportunities to have Amy get fucked. After all, it is her story. That means aliens, weird side-characters and plentiful companion encounters (a rather fitting thing considering who rocks up in the next chapter).
Again, I want to mention that this chapter was a sponsored chapter. This was a perfect example of sponsored chapters at work as when I was approached by the sponsor, I two-thirds of the story written. However, with my schedule, I wouldn't have finished that third for another two/three weeks. So, if you want to sponsor a chapter, let me know. I love making content and this is less about putting stuff behind a paywall and more about giving me a little wiggle room to do the heavy lifting!
Either way, the next chapter is a little interesting. Seeing as River is such an important character, Amy discovers not only some stored footage of River on the Tardis database and a live-feed to the party that precedes the next episode. I wonder what could be on the footage?