Author's Note: Hey guys! Back with another delectable Amy chapter. And in this chapter, we get to see Amy both getting used to the Tardis and it's onboard systems. Not to mention she first lays eyes on her own daughter and is uniquely attracted to her busty blonde body. No doubt when they meet, fun is inevitably going to incur and well… Two gorgeous women? What could go wrong?
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Chapter 9: A Chance Recording
If anything, surprised Amy, it was just how expansive the Tardis was. Following their adventures in WW2, Amy asked to rest up and was subsequently shown to a rather plush and extravagant room; one of thousands according to the Doctor. There was a large bed and a myriad of eclectic alien furniture that occupied the room. Not to mention a large walk-in closet in which Amy was able to find all the clothing she could ever dream off. The Doctor rushed off to deal with some form of maintenance, leaving Amy to explore. Wandering the room, she found a small tablet of sorts, a strange addition seeing as she found the Tardis to be so futuristic and frankly beyond the technology of her. Though, to be fair, the tablet was thin enough to almost lay plush against the bedside table upon which it sat. Slowly, deciding she ought to sleep a little, Amy began to strip.
Pulling off her tank-top, she allowed her pert little breasts to bounce free, the woman instinctively squeezing them as she so often did when stripping. Her nipples were rock-hard in the cool air of the room and the slight breeze coming from the ventilation was enough to make her shiver with a brief hint of arousal, one she quickly quenched in favour of her exhaustion. Dropping her shorts and panties, she removed the various titbits of her clothing that remained, standing naked in the room. She debated sleeping naked, but her salacious mentalities took hold of her and she entered the large expansive closet. Enthralled by the racks upon racks of strange and unique clothing, Amy finally pulled out one that she found especially interesting. A large set of lingerie was hung on the rack, something that Amy adored. Whilst comfort was always the main thing when it came to sleeping attire, hence her rather unsexy nightie, she also had a soft spot gorgeous lace and satin. Feeling beautiful just did wonders for her. Not to mention, she loved the way it all felt against her skin. Biting her lip, she decided to indulge. Besides, it wasn't every day that you were given an entire lingerie store's stock at your fingertips.
Pulling a rather naughty nightgown out of the rack, she pulled it on, lacing it up before taking a look at herself in the mirror. It was a sleek, soft purple night-dress, that cut itself off just around the curve of her ass, leaving the majority of her rear on display. The top of the satin garment was low enough to flaunt her cleavage, with the steep back of the dress plunging deep enough to flaunt more of her sexy skin. Pulling on a pair of matching panties, she completed her look and danced over to the bed, half wanting the Doctor to come check up on her and find her in her naughty new number and claim her for another evening of pleasure. Though, truth be told, she was in desperate need of some form of sleep and rest. Hauling the sheets back over the bed, Amy slipped under the covers, curling up in her delicious underwear and letting her eyes roll closed.
Amy made no conscious recording of the time, but she knew she must have been there for an hour, rolling back and forth, trying to find a way to get asleep. Nothing she did could get herself comfortable enough to let her drift of into a peaceful slumber. Everything she tried just caused her to actively notice just how difficult it was to fall asleep. However, eventually, she conceded and slid up the bed, propping herself up against the headboard and instinctively reaching to the nightstand for her phone, just as she would have done back at home. Instead, she only found the peculiar tablet that was left beside the bed. Curious and with nothing better to do, she plucked it from it's place and search the sheer flat surface for any means to turn it on. Finally finding a tiny little button, she pressed it and let the screen burst into life.
Intrigued, she let it boot up before playing around with it. It seemed to have limited functionality, but she eventually managed to find a collection of files and documents saved onto it. Or rather, onto the Tardis hard-drive as the tablet was merely an interface into it all. Even more intrigued, she selected the folder entitled, 'Outer Scanner Footage: Tenth Doctor'. Clicking the file, she noticed that it was merely a bunch of videos of the outside of the Tardis. Clicking on a couple, it merely showed a tall man in a long coat exiting and entering the Tardis, often with a different woman at his side. One blonde. Occasionally a redhead. Even a rather lithe and spritely black woman. The camera footage proved to be incredible boring in most parts, with the man often simply babbling about some planet that they had landed on or exchanging some form of flirtatious tease with the woman of the video. Finally, she came across something that interested her; a video that seemed to promise a flash of nudity.
Selecting the video, her eyes widened as she was met with a rather glorious sight. The man was entirely naked, holding the equally naked redheaded companion in his arms. Only, instead of holding her in the more comfortable position with her facing him, he had her back to him. Hooking his hands beneath her legs, his cock ground up against her folds, the two moaning as the man buried his lips in the crook of her neck, thrusting his cock up and down, rubbing it harder and harder against the redhead's slick and glossy folds. Finally, some porn, Amy thought. However, it got infinitely more interesting as she watched a third figure enter the scene. Amy wouldn't be able to ascertain exactly why this particular busty blonde woman caught her attention and curbed any and all thoughts about subjects that didn't include her, for the longest time. But seeing the bushy-haired blonde crawl in frame, a glorious look at her fat, yet perfectly formed ass cheeks, marking her entrance. Moaning at the sight of her, Amy tried to get a look at her face, but found it to be completely shielded by the sexy plumes of hair that flowed down her back and almost everywhere. Watching intently, she followed the blonde woman as she knelt close to the busty redhead's pussy, the blonde blowing a puff of cool air across the redhead's slick folds and the throbbing, thick cock that was sliding up against them. Giving the cock a delicate kiss, the blonde pushed the head of the veiny shaft against the redhead's slit, gently easing it into place and allowing the redhead to slide downwards and sink herself onto the massive shaft, the three nameless nude shapes moaning in tandem.
The blonde didn't waste any time and helped the man in holding the redhead in the awkward position, all the while lunging forwards with her tongue. Craving the taste of the redhead, the blonde slipped her tongue along the many folds of her pussy, worming the slick muscle into the most delicious caverns she had to offer. Moaning in unison, the vibrations worked their way through the woman, adding the delectable sensation of such a thick cock inside of her. The blonde's tongue spared no expense, darting back and forth across the redhead's pussy with such skill and precision that Amy couldn't help but moan vicariously through her fellow redheaded friend. The thinner redhead hadn't even begun to touch herself, yet her body tingled at the mere thought of being subjugated to the pure intensity that was the blonde's oral abilities. Amy could see on the redhead's face that she was nearly rendered catatonic by the pleasure of the situation and the way her lips parted as the man slowly began to fuck her proved that she was experiencing something truly special.
The blonde's tongue continued work across the woman's folds, making sure to spend an equal amount of time lapping and licking at the delicious cock that was driving in and out of the redhead's pussy. Amy could hear the chorus of moans echoing through the room that they were in, the wet slaps of the redhead being fucked and fucked hard, all the while being explored by the blonde's tongue. Quickly finding the redhead's clit, the blonde caused the redhead to almost fall limp as she lunged forwards and wrapped her lips around the swollen bulb of pure intense pleasure. Moaning like a common whore, the redhead couldn't help it and came, violently thrashing in the man's arms. The two others didn't stop their onslaught of pleasure even as her pussy clenched and her holes spasmed. She was experiencing pleasure that she didn't even know possible and Amy loved being able to watch it. Her panties quickly drenched themselves and whilst she wanted to finger herself, she simply couldn't take her eyes of the seductive blonde and her bushy nest of hair.
The angle of the camera meant that Amy got the perfect view of the woman's rear, her asshole winking at her from behind those delicious cheeks, her pussy quivering as she devoured the redhead. Amy could see the blonde's plump, shapely thighs getting more and more wet as the woman's arousal built and became more intense. Beads of her juices rolled down the girl's thighs and Amy found herself wanting nothing more than the ability to taste that woman's sweetness. Little did she know, she had already done so. For whatever reason, Amy was oblivious in having seen the blonde's oral patterns before, darting back and forth and constantly moving. They were familiar, yet alien. However, clouded by lust and arousal, Amy wouldn't have even recognised Rory had he walked in frame and waved at her.
Suddenly, the man thrust inside the redhead came. The only reason Amy noticed was that she saw a bead of cum rolling out of the woman's stuffed pussy, a bead that the blonde eagerly took with her tongue. Sliding himself out of the redhead's pussy, the man's cock was coated in cum and the juices of the redhead; a sweet and salty combination that was irresistible to both Amy and the blonde; only the blonde was the only one who could act upon those urges. Reaching forwards, she wrapped her lips around the man's cock, sliding them down and along the man's cock. Amy watched with abject glee as the woman swallowed every single inch of the man's shaft, holding it in her throat for several seconds before sliding back and popping it out of her mouth, revealing that she had cleaned it entirely, replacing the slickness with her own saliva. Horny and eager for her own round of sex the blonde helped the weak and unsteady redhead down onto the ground before leaping into the man's arms, kissing him passionately as his cock regained it's sturdiness. Unfortunately, for both Amy and the blonde, something appeared offscreen, the trio turning sharply, cursing and sprinting away, rushing deeper into the ruins in which they were situated, leaving Amy horny and in desperate need of relief. And not to mention, wanting more of the salacious and delectably plump blonde. She felt peculiar, lusting after the mere shape of someone. She hadn't seen her face, didn't know her name, and yet she was acutely attracted to her, her compulsion to learn more spurring her further exploration of the Tardis archives.
Despite desperately wanting to play with herself, Amy ignored such passionate desires and began to search through the myriad of folders, hoping to find something pertaining the intense scene she just witnessed. After countless minutes of searching, she groaned in desperation, flicking right to the end of all the saved files and finding one that was rather peculiar. Confused, she looked at it more closely, finding it to be directly addressed to her, with a picture of the blonde bushy-haired woman facing away as the thumbnail. Clicking on it, Amy smiled, reclining into the bed and lightly squeezing her covered breasts. The video was of a lavish entrance hall on what looked to be a gargantuan space-ship. There was a large industrial hanger in the background that joined into a beautiful interior, decorated with a red carpet. Slowly, a figure began to walk along it, the video changing angles to what looked to be a security camera. It was the blonde woman, her eyes hidden behind massive sunglasses and nothing, but a wide smirk stretched across her face. She was wearing a long flowing black dress, the neckline plunging downwards to reveal her plump and sizable cleavage. As she entered the corridor, she was approached by a butler, a man dressed in only a tight pair of shorts, a bow-tie and a mask to hide his face. Politely, he asked, "May I take your dress, ma'am…"
"Naturally. I think you must be the first person I've said yes to without getting them to buy me dinner first," the woman smiled, reaching behind herself and unzipping the back of her dress. It fell away easily, exposing her naked and amazingly round body. She was the definition of demure. Her plump, juicy breasts could smother someone, yet they hung with such precision on her body with nary a hint of sag on them. Her flat, toned stomach rolled around into curvaceous hips, which in turn disappeared into her gorgeous arse. Her thighs hide her delicious pussy away from view, with only her neatly trimmed tuft of hair crowning her crotch. Collecting up the garment, she handed it over to the butler, who in turn handed her a glass of purple champagne, before gesturing for her to enter the double doors at the end of the corridor. Walking with such purpose and a spritely bounce, she let her body jiggle and shake, revelling in her nudity, something that was to be expected, considering the company she was keeping tonight.
Pushing through the doors, her ears were bombarded with loud music, the party in full swing. The glamourous ball-room had been decorated not for a lavish masquerade ball, but instead what appeared to be an orgy. There was a large plush bed in the centre of the room, upon which several guests were already laid, fucking each other lazily as others watched. There were a number of stripper-poles upon which danced the typical supermodel beauties that the blonde woman expected. Thin, skin and bones, lacking in any plump juiciness. Or as the blonde liked to say, something to hold onto. The rest of the guests mingled, with a few retreating to the edges of the room to playfully stroke and touch one another. Whilst the blonde woman undoubtedly would have loved to spend every minute of her evening lavishing in the many attractions of the evening and no doubt ending up at the centre of the inevitable orgy, she in fact had business to attend to, and thus strolled around to the seating area at the opposite end of the room, sliding into a small booth by herself and starting to analyse the many exits to the ballroom.
"Well… isn't this a waste. Hiding such a beauty as yourself away at the back of the room. You should be out there, right in the centre for all to see," a man smiled, appearing at the booth. She didn't recognise him, yet she gave him a once over. A rather uninteresting business-man. Not fat, not muscular, just middle of the road. His cock, which sat hard between his legs was rather sizable, but the blonde couldn't help but smirk as he attempt to seduce her, "Perhaps you'd like to join me on the bed? I'm sure we could give these crusty old fools a night to remember."
"Too short," the blonde smiled curtly, sipping on her champagne as the man looked at her baffled. He was plenty tall enough. In fact, he was amongst the tallest in the entire room. Unless the blonde had a thing for giants, there was nothing to suggest he was too short.
"I'm six-foot-three…" the man stammered, confusedly. A giggle came from the blonde as she leant forwards and whispered something in his ear, the man blushing heavily as she did so. The blonde revelled in these kinds of parties, teasing the blockheads who considered themselves the epitome of sexual seduction. It was almost cruel.
"I wasn't talking about your height, dear… Now run along and disappoint some other woman," the blonde smirked, reaching for her glass of champagne and drinking it down. Any other woman would have been plenty satisfied with the man's cock, but she had been accustomed to something far thick, far longer and far more satisfying than anyone at this party could ever imagine. The thought of it made her pussy tingle. Glancing across the room to the backdoor, she spotted two guardsmen; typical bulky sorts, though both fond of a not so subtle glance towards the multitude of naked flesh exposed before them. Deciding that would be way in, River made the decision to mingle. There were cameras everywhere and there was nothing worse than looking suspicious. And what does one do at an eccentric billionaire's space-orgy? Well, in River's mind there was only one way to truly blend in and that was to bury your lips somewhere where the camera's wouldn't see.
Eyeing up potential targets, she saw nothing but the usual stick-figure bimbos that puffed up their bodies unnaturally. Not exactly her type. But, lo and behold, she was given a true treat for the eyes. A young rounder woman. Squat and plump. Her hips were pinched and thin, but her natural assets bulged and spilled. She was thin and fit, but with an ass and pussy that would simply melt to the touch. Perfect, River thought. Drinking down the last drops of her champagne, she slid out of the small confines of the booth and made her move, strutting sexily towards the woman, swaying her hips and making sure the jiggle of her breasts drew the eye of the young and shy looking girl. Stopping in front of her, River smiled, receiving a light blush in response, "Well, isn't this a waste. Hiding a beauty such as yourself away at the back of the room. You should be out there, at the centre of it all…"
"You are too kind," the girl giggled, blushing as she courteously gestured for River to take a seat next to her. Doing just that, River crossed her legs, knowing the power of hiding her gorgeous parts for maximum effect. The young girl glanced at the central orgy and sighed.
"Truth be told, I'd love to be down there. At the centre. But… Well, you see… These kinds of parties. It's all the same folk in the middle. You have to really surprise people otherwise you get brushed off to the side like a sober person in a mosh pit. That and I don't have the guts to ask anyone to… to well… you know," the young blonde stammered, glancing back at River and seeing the look of pure sexual suggestion on her face. Something clicked inside the young blonde, something that made her smirk. It was like a light-switch got turned on inside her and she suddenly became attuned to the situation, "Then again… In my experience, most people don't have to ask."
"Very true… But then it can become ever so complicated as to what people really want. I find a firmer and… open approach to be more successful," River purred, leaning forwards slightly, just enough so that she and the blonde were sharing the same breaths.
"One can be open with only actions. Whilst some might take forward action as a breach to their safety, I most certainly admire it when it comes to rear it's beautiful… busty… bushy head…" the blonde smiled suggestively, River melting instantly. The bushy-haired blonde needed no further encouragement. Slipping down and off her seat, she slid onto her knees, the young teenage blonde grinning as her words struck home. Spreading her soft, plump little thighs, she revealed her pussy, her pubic hair neatly trimmed into some alien symbols. River didn't care to read them, instead kneeling between those soft legs and moaning, the sensationally sweet musk of the young girl's pussy emanating across her lips. She could taste her sweetness on the air, begging to be lunged at, attacked at by River's incredibly talented tongue. She may be here on business, but that did not meant nothing about the evening would result in pleasure. No, it most certainly did not.
Lunging forwards with her tongue, River let the wriggling muscle carve through the woman's slickness, tracing along the many contours and folds of her delectable hole, savouring the juices that then began to flow, trickling and dribbling down her chin. Moaning as the taste of pussy once again flowed through her lips, River wasted no time in exercising her exceptional oral capabilities, testing the waters to find the teenagers sweet spots. She began by coaxing out the pleasure sensitive nub of nerves that was her clit, letting it swell and pulsate, before hooking her tongue between the layers of flesh and finding the deep crevices that made the young girl tick. River had a great deal many moans to guide her tongue, with the blonde making no quiet secret that she was receiving a good seeing to. Moans flooded through her lips as she sank down and into the seat, hooking her thigh around River's neck and letting the heel of her foot slide down the small of the woman's back, gently resting between River's ass cheeks, subtly grinding against the woman's most sensitive hole; her arse.
Hooking her own arms around the woman's thighs, River pulled her firmly down and onto her tongue, eventually relinquishing her explorative nature and simply piercing the young blonde's pussy with her tongue, plunging it as deep inside her pussy as possible, nestling it right inside her cunt and jamming River's nose up against her previously exposed clitoris. The moans that came from the young blonde were loud and deep enough to warrant a small amount of attention from nearby party-goers, yet no number of leering eyes would be able to tear the blondes' eyes away from each other. Their deep and lustful gaze was only broken whenever pleasure flushed hot in the teenagers cheeks and she had to throw her head back, breathing heavily as she had her pussy eaten out by the most talented tongue she could have imagined. The way she curled and flicked the slippery muscle was heavenly, with each subtle movement seemingly grazing up against folds she didn't know she had. And the depth she managed to get from such a small and dainty tongue was unheard of, with itches that the teenager was forced to scratch with rather sizable dildoes or gentleman suitors being tended to by nothing more than the bushy-haired blonde's tongue.
Unable to see the leering eyes of the various men and women around her, River wasn't able to see the man from before eventually stoop down behind her, his hand stroking along his cock as he ogled her plump, rounded arse and her puckered, winking asshole. And down between her thighs, her dripping wet pussy, simply begging to be fucked. So enthralled by the pussy in front of her, River simply lapped and licked at the glossy folds, delving deeper and deeper inside, her nest of hair spilling out from between the teen's thighs, the young blonde's hands threading through her bushy-hair and holding her in place. Pinned against the girl's cunt, River didn't complain, having her senses flooded by the intoxicating aroma and intensity of the young teen's hole. However, being held in place meant she had little in the way of opportunity to dissuade the man behind her from claiming her tight little pussy for his own. That and she didn't exactly have the moral high ground in denouncing him. She was attending an orgy; an orgy that explicitly stated on the invitation that once someone entered the premises, they were fair game for friendly, sporting seduction. And if a hole is perfectly placed and proudly on display, anyone may take their place inside and fuck them. Standard practice for an orgy where every hole is fair game.
Thus, when River felt the thick, obtrusive cockhead of the man behind her pressing up against her folds, she begrudgingly groaned into the pussy in front of her and simply allowed it to happen, her slit getting pushed apart and a thick, throbbing cock clumsily sliding deep inside her cunt. It was pleasurable, of course, but River had been ruined many times before. And whilst she enjoyed having the man's cock inside her, it was little more than a tingle in comparison to what she was used to. That and the businessmen of these orgies had been raised on clumsy strides and haphazard thrusting. If anyone wanted any true pleasure out of them, it was highly recommended that you opt to ride them as oppose to being fucked by them. Still, the deep, climactic thrusts into her pussy, causing her ass to jiggle and shake did make River moan considerably and thus began to acquire even more attention. Soon enough, River was at the centre of a small circle, many men and women jerking and rubbing themselves, watching her body shake and bounce, her mouth dancing across the pussy in front of her. A queue formed behind her arse, with many people planning to fuck her and fuck her hard. A part of her was perversely proud that she had managed to conglomerate a substantial following at an orgy full of eye-candy, but she was more annoyed as her ploy to blend in put her at the centre of attention, with cocks dribbling pre-cum at the thought of being inside her.
Soon enough, she felt her hands get pried away from the teenager's thighs, lifted up and wrapped around two cocks either side of, two average cocks that did little to impress her. However, she dutifully jerked them off, knowing full well that she wanted to get this over and done with asap. Much to her dismay, the crowd had different plans for her. A busty, bodacious blonde had more potential than she was letting out. Suddenly, River felt someone grab her firmly by the scalp, pulling her away from the teenage blonde, both of them actively exclaiming distaste. The teenager however was quick to silence as another nearby woman took the place of River. She wasn't nearly as talented, but at an orgy, things changed quickly, and you had to adapt. The man who had approached her earlier lay down on the floor, grabbing River's hips and sinking her down onto his cock. Groaning, she moved to leave, but was pinned down in place by someone else behind her, spreading her cheeks and slapping a thick lubed up cock against her arsehole. Sighing, she adjusted her position to prepare, conceding to the fact that she knew she wasn't going to escape. She figured that she may as well be comfortable when she gets sodomised as opposed to fighting it.
Being flung about between men, she eventually had the man that approached her earlier, who now had his cock thrust inside her pussy once more, snaking his hand around her neck and pulling her lips down to his. Kissing her passionately, his tongue poked and prodded at her clenched teeth, River begrudgingly humouring him as she started to get the first throbbing inch of cock introduced to her arsehole. Pulling away from the man, she received a stern look before a nearby man grabbed her by her wild hair and guided her lips towards a thick cock. Again, she conceded, opening her mouth and easily swallowing half the man's sizable length, swallowing him down into her throat and steadily bobbing her head up and down. River often indulged in the pleasures of oral. In fact, they were often the only pleasures she was able to actually enjoy. Locked away in prison, thick metal bars often provided very little wiggle room in terms of satisfaction. That and she never trusted a prison guard to pull out. So, she adopted a fondness for letting her tongue get some action. She found particular enjoyment whenever a female guard was stationed outside her cell. It required a little bit of acrobatics, but she certainly enjoyed a different treat every now and again. Not only that, but she was exceptionally talented at it and found that it made her pussy throb in a quite spectacular way. Something about having her throat stuffed with a thick, monstrous cock reminded her of her very first blowjob. A treat she had saved for a very special man.
Soon enough, River felt her holes being pounded harder and harder, with cocks slipping in and out of her, her holes being passed onto the next man and relentlessly fucked. Little did she know that her own personal moment of shameful degradation that she presumed to solely be viewed by herself and those around her, was actually being viewed by someone else. Alone in her room on the Tardis, Amy found her jaw to have it the floor, her body tingling and spasming with the urge and need to pleasure herself. She had already begun lightly pawing at her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties, but upon seeing this gorgeous blonde getting destroyed in a situation that she would have longed to be in, Amy had to do something more than lightly tickle herself. Stripping down completely, she rewound the video enough so that she could watch that initial moment in which River was penetrated from behind. Threading her fingers through her own pussy, Amy imagined not only being River, but also being the young blonde teenager. The moans of delight coming from her young impressionable lips was enough to remind Amy of the most intense head she had ever received. Her friend Mels had an explicit talent with her tongue and any chance Amy got to have that gorgeous woman sink between her legs was one that she readily took. Little did Amy know the implications of that admission. Her eyes wandered down to River's arse, the object of Amy's true desire. And as she watched the man behind her spread those heavenly cheeks, Amy plunged a couple fingers inside herself, doing so in tandem with the cock that had now pierced River's cunt.
Slowly watching the orgy unravel and River get reduced to a collection of fuck-holes, Amy couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be at the centre of such an experience. She had never had a gangbang or an orgy and couldn't help but feel she was missing out. She tried convincing Rory to invite one of his friends around for a threesome, but the boy was vehemently against it. The closest thing Amy had ever gotten to multiple cocks was at a high school party in which she found herself drunk at the centre of three rugby players. They didn't last long, but she remembered how horny she felt when she was on her knees in between all three. And the way she moaned as one of them thrust into her pussy, that boy being the only one that survived her talented tongue long enough to do so. So, watching River getting fucked in every which way, her holes never being empty for long, Amy couldn't help but want to replace her. Have her own arse and cunt stuffed with cock, her mouth gagging around cock after cock, her hands aimlessly flailing around for another cock to stroke on.
The men fucking River came rather fast. They weren't here for stamina, but simply to unload, meaning that the first round of men to have their way with her spurted a couple meagre strands of cum onto her back or face, all before moving aside. In fact, it took only half an hour for the whole gathering around to cum and move away, leaving the last few to spill their loads inside of the young busty slut, all before simply letting her drop to the ground, breathless and weary. Cursing beneath her breath, River staggered to her feet, quite at odds with what had just happened, but not desiring to make a big deal about it. After all, she was undercover and on a mission. And that orgy had just cemented her cover even more. Grabbing two glasses of champagne from a nearby waiter, she drank them both down instantly, washing away the taste of cum that had such a tendency to linger. Returning to her small nook at the side of the room, she glanced down at the door that she had to pass through and made her arrangements. Two male guards whom had lecherous wandering eyes. The perfect target for a little persuasion and seduction. Wiping herself clean of cum, sweat and saliva, she adjusted her makeup in her small little mirror, plucking from her bag her lipstick. Drawing her lips back on, she made careful effort not to lick the red colouring, knowing full well the effect it had on people who ingested it. Smacking her lips, she tucked everything back into her bag before sliding out of the small booth and regaining her composure. Straightening her back, sinking her shoulders, and wiggling her arse, she strode calmly and confidently over to the door, stopping in front of the two men, "Now isn't this a shame. Two strong virile men forced to stand guard instead of getting involved. If ever there is a crime, it's keeping you two away from the ladies. I'll bet you make all the girls scream, big boy."
"Thank you, ma'am, but we have a job to do and we will… we will be doing it, ma'am," the first guard grunted in response, keeping his eyes away from her tits, tits that she was pushing forwards by subtly pinching her arms together. Biting lip, she giggled.
"Ma'am? I'm not a ma'am. Mistress maybe, but that depends on the day. I've seen your eyes wandering around. Glancing back and forth. Watching and looking at us all. You guys are desperate to join in. I can tell. So, why don't you take just a little break and let… let ma'am take care of you? How does that sound? River asked, leaning forwards and whispering into their ears. Lunging forwards with her hands, she squeezed both their crotches, feeling just how hard they were. Groaning, the two guards glanced at one another, both quite unable to deny the woman's advances and allowing their cocks to twitch beneath her grasp, "Ah… Thought you might like that… Shush… I don't want to hear it. Just allow me to…"
Slowly, River slid down onto her knees, her hands continuing to grope and squeeze at their crotches, working their cocks tenderly through the thin fabric of their trousers. Jerking them off through their clothing, she kept looking up and towards them, flashing her sultry eyes at them and biting her plump, plush lips. Before they could object, she, with one hand, unbuckled each of their belts, loosening their trousers and allowing them to drop down and around their knees. Standing in only their boxers, they glanced furtively around for their commanding officer, only to concede and big moaning as her hands began to squeeze their cocks through the considerably thinner fabric of their underwear. Men, River thought, so pliable. She loved that about them. Make them squirm with just a few squeeze and licks. Hooking her hands inside their boxers, she made sure that she was squatting between them and not kneeling, ensuring that she was in no way presenting her arse as a viable option for any passing businessman. Freeing their cocks, River as plenty surprised by one of them. The left guard had a rather average cock of eight inches, whilst the right had a thick, throbbing member that stood proudly at twelve inches. Cursing beneath her breath, she hated the fact that she was so unfortunate to find the only cock at this party liable of making her slaver like a good little slut and it belonged to one of the men she was about to engage with the least. Groaning, she took care of the eight-incher first, snaking both her hands around the bases of their cocks and guiding the smaller man's into her mouth.
Sliding her lips down to the base of his shaft, she firmly pushed them against the base of his cock, leaving a layer of lipstick surrounding the man's cock. Pulling back and off of his cock, she watched him stagger back and lean against the wall constantly moaning even as her lips and hands left his cock. The lipstick was of her own creation and when used in that particular way imparted a pleasure-haze that clouded their mind and left them in a state in which they maintained the pleasure of the moment of infection. I simpler terms, he was in a permanent state of receiving a blowjob from River without her even having to touch him. That and he focussed solely on the apparition of her suckling on his cock, taking no heed of anything that was surrounding him. And considering how there was no physical stimulation going on, he'd continue to hallucinate getting sucked off by the busty blonde until the effects wore off in several hours. A handy little trick of hers that she used on her more… abusive prison guards. Those that demanded sex in return for protection of sorts. All she did was one plunge and she could read a book in peace whilst they dawdled around outside her cell in momentary bliss. On more than one occasion, when she had nothing better to do, she did it and simply watched them, finding entertainment in their blissful ignorance and assumed pleasure. It was quite humorous if a little cruel. Which was why she was particularly annoyed that she was going to have to use it on this twelve-inch behemoth. It seemed almost a waste to put such a cock out of action and yet her mission required it. Her mission also didn't have a specific time limit, so River, in her ever-pragmatic state of mind concurred that she could waste a little time self-indulging. After all, this was one of her few excursions from the prison that allowed her to indulge in her favourite past-time: hardcore sex.
Glancing briefly over at his comrade, the man was instantly distracted as River's plump lips planted themselves softly on the tip of his cock. Making sure that she curled her lips outwards, she avoided leaving any of the lipstick on his cock and thus targeting her when she bounced her lips back over it, River applied the awkward positioning as best as she could. Her tongue was instrumental in it all, lapping and licking across his cock as it sank into her depths. Her lack of gag-reflex, made her deepthroat skills excellent and she managed to take all twelve inches without even blinking. Her practice with far larger lengths meant that twelves inches was almost trivial. The enjoyment River got out of blowjobs was in the tight-packing of her throat and the sensation of her clutching throat spasming slightly around the shaft. Moaning like a cock-hungry whore with the entire length thrust down her gullet, she finally let out a groan of annoyance and planted her lips against the base, kissing his crotch firmly before pulling back and condemning such a glorious cock to a mindless haze of pointless moans. A true waste.
Regardless, River strode through the doors and wiped her lips clean, the camera footage finally cutting off and looping once more, showing River arriving at the party. Eager to watch it all through again, Amy plunged more fingers into herself, drilling them back and forth as the Doctor politely knocked on the door and called out to her, "Amy! We're at the museum! You coming?"
"Not yet!" Amy called out, her answer having a double meaning in relation to the question. The Doctor took that as a no and disappeared to go rush around the museum, thrilled at the number of collections pertaining to himself. Amy however, reclined into her bed and rubbed her pussy furiously, imagining exactly what it would be like to meet the busty blonde. She had such an imposing sexual allure and confidence that bred sexuality. The way she licked pussy was enthralling, her eagerness to suck cock was delightful and her body was the perfect shape and form to counter Amy's prim, lithe frame. Moaning loudly, Amy descended into her own layer of fantasy, massaging her pussy with both her hands. One hand rubbed her clit wildly, whilst the other plunged three fingers inside herself, quickly turning to four as she grew tired of it. It didn't take long for Amy to lose track of time and suddenly open her eyes and glance at her watch. As if in tandem with her sudden realisation, the Tardis began to shake and tremble, flinging Amy from the bed.
Startled, she clambered around the floor and leapt towards the door. She didn't care about her nudity and instead stumbled along the corridor to the console room, only to get flung about once again. The Doctor was dancing around the console once more, flipping switches and levers as Amy clung onto the hand-rails for dear life, "Amy! Put some clothes on! Now is not the time!"
"Well I didn't exactly have time as you suddenly decided to crash the ship!" Amy squealed, her annoyance aimed more at the fact that she didn't get the opportunity to cum before his flight of fancy. Lunging towards the console, Amy clung to the side of it as the Doctor grabbed her and repositioned her, the man suddenly ignoring her nudity and actually managing to act relatively normal around her as opposed to blushing at the sight of her shoulders. Something was obviously happening and something of importance.
"I'm not crashing the ship. Now, hold this. Now!" the Doctor ordered, forcing Amy's hand to one of the levers, his crotch grinding up against her thigh revealing that he wasn't aroused by her nakedness. Ignoring that, Amy watched at the Doctor rushed over to the doors and flung them open, reaching a hand out. Confused, Amy watched as suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway. Clutching the Doctor close, the woman grinned and breathed heavily. Amy's eyes widened as she saw who it was, those familiar curves, those perfectly plump breasts and that rounded arse that Amy had fantasised about smothering her. It was the woman from the videos. In the flesh, clutching the same bag that she was in those videos and wearing the same lipstick. Hell, the same smear of pre-cum that she neglected to clean from her thigh was still there. Turning towards the door, she pointed out towards a distant ship and bellowed, "Follow that ship!"
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that. Been a while since I tackled Amy and I realised that this was more of a River chapter than an Amy one. However, it was still a blast to write. And well, there was plenty Amy in there for it to be warranted. And it sets up the next chapter which will be delightfully naughty. After all, both Amy and River are naked in the Tardis. Sounds like something we'd all enjoy to me!
The next chapter will be Amy and River growing acquainted with one another and we get our first glimpse of the angels. And well… of course, there will be a scene in the future where Amy gets fucked by an angel. When you have the opportunity to write it, of course you have to write it! Till next time!