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I have received many requests for this via e-mail, so I finally
decided to post it. If you copy it, make sure the header is included.
Thank you.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The Doctor and the TARDIS belong to the BBC. All other characters are
creations of my overly vivid imagination (copywrite 1996 Brenda
Vieths). This is an extremely "X" rated story so if you are under 18,
turn around and don't come back til you are.
Since this is my first attempt at both a Dr. Who story and an
erotic/x-rated story, I would appreciate any comments you have (this
is not an invitation for horny men who are looking for cyber sex with
me). Send the comments to CBKX59A@PRODIGY.COM. Hopefully you will
enjoy it (I certainly enjoyed writing it).
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Teresa's story
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by Brenda Vieths
bvi167@airmail.net
CBKX59A@PRODIGY.COM
It started simply enough. I simply walked into my living room.
Nothing unusual about that. Except... well, except for the large blue
police box in front of my couch. That should not have been there. It
certainly wasn't there this morning. I would have remembered that.
There was also the man. Since there hadn't been a man in the house
for months (hey, it had been kind of slow lately), I knew he didn't
belong. He didn't even look up from my newspaper when I walked in.
He just kept reading.
"Amazing," he said. "The things that humans will do to each other
over stupid things." He looked up at her. "A woman was actually
killed for her earrings. Can you believe that?" His blue eyes looked
sad.
"Who the hell are you?" I finally said.
He smiled. "I'm the Doctor. And you are?" He extended his hand at
me. I ignored it.
"I am the owner of this house. How did you get in here? And why is
that," I pointed at the blue box, "in my living room?"
"Ah, well it is quite simple actually. That is my TARDIS and it is
malfunctioning, again. It landed here and, since it seemed so quiet,
I decided to relax a bit and catch up on local events." He seemed
satisfied with that answer. I just stared at him, not quite
comprehending the whole thing. Under most circumstances, I was in
total control of a situation. I was in charge of an entire
construction crew. A woman in charge of a lot of large, obnoxious
men. I wasn't a large woman, and at 5'-6" and 140lbs, I wasn't an
intimidating figure. I had to establish control early or they would
never respect me. It was a skill that had taken me years to perfect.
This situation was beyond my control and it made me upset. And it
didn't help matters that he was extremely attractive. He was taller
than me, had longish pale brown hair, slightly curly, a wonderful
smile, and, of course, those twinkling eyes. I shook my head to try
to clear it of the nasty thoughts flowing through it. He was an intruder
in my home, for God's sake, not a potential lover. I looked at him
again. He simply sat there looking at me, waiting for me to respond.
"Why don't you fix it and leave then?"
"I didn't want to. In my life, quiet times are few and far between.
I thought I would enjoy it for a while." He sighed. "However, if you
wish for me to leave, then I shall. But," he paused, a slight smile
playing on his face, "I feel as though I owe you something for the use
of your home. Would you like to have a tour of the TARDIS? I'm sure
you would enjoy it."
I thought why not. It was small enough that the tour shouldn't last
long. Then I could lock him in and call the cops. "Fine. Let's go."
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A year later, I was trying to figure out why I hadn't left. I had
been put in mortal danger more than once (I think the doctor got some
twisted kick out of the danger) and I was tired of being scared. But
then again, I had seen things that few others had. Still, I should
have left.
After two years, I had figured out why I stayed. I had fallen for the
Doctor. Stupid, really, since he had never shown me anything other
than friendship. From what I could tell, he was on body number 8 and
was pushing 1000 years old. He had seen a lot of people he cared
about die. I guess I didn't blame him for not getting closer to the
people around him. But the rationalizations didn't help when I hadn't
had sex in three years and I was horny as hell!
We had just gotten rid of a particularly annoying woman (she had a
shrill voice and a scream that could break glass) the morning before.
The Doctor thought it was best since I had decked the woman when she
wouldn't quit screaming at the Dalek squad surrounding us. It had
made me feel much better and distracted the Daleks enough to allow us
to escape (I wanted to leave her but the Doctor just looked at me
crossly and I helped drag the sobbing heap to safety). He had been
avoiding me since then. Not that I blamed him, I had been a real
bitch lately and it didn't take much to set me off (see earlier horny
note).
I decided to work off some excess energy in the weight room I had
discovered. The Doctor didn't use it and I had taken it over. I changed
into my workout togs and proceeded to do two hours of intense lifting. I
was sweaty, tired, and a bit calmer when I was done. I ran into the Doctor
as I headed back to my quarters.
"Hello," I smiled at him.
He looked up and stared for a second. His face flushed and he quickly
shifted his eyes. "Hello." He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm.
"Look, we can't go on behaving like this. I said I was sorry for
hitting Rachel. She accepted my apology, can't you?"
He paused before answering then gave me a little smile. "It's not
that, Teresa. I confess, more than once, I wanted to do the same thing to
her. I should never have allowed her to stay as long as I did." I let my
hand drop. "I've just been...distracted as of late and I am taking it out
on you. It's not intentional, however...," he shifted his eyes again.
"Maybe it is time for you to return home."
I looked straight at him, he wouldn't look at me. "No." I turned and
walked toward my room.
"I could make you leave," he called after me.
"You can try," I replied as I closed my door. I had no intention of
leaving anytime soon. Even though it was torture being around him, at
least I knew where he was. It made me feel better. Being home, alone,
would be far worse.
I peeled off the sweaty clothes and looked at myself in my full length
mirror. I had thick auburn hair that just reached my shoulders. My
eyes were pale blue with more than a few laugh lines surrounding them. My
lips curved just enough to be noticed. I wasn't a bad looking woman. And,
judging from some of the looks and comments I had received on Earth and on
the variety of planets we had visited, others thought so too. Except the
Doctor. He was cool as a cucumber. I even managed to be totally naked in
front of him once (it was semi-planned, I had gotten out of the shower and
left the door to my room open when I 'accidentally' dropped the towel) and
he didn't even pause.
I had firmed up since I had come on board. I was by no means skinny
or a hard body, but I was firm where I needed it and soft, well, let's just
say that I was soft in all the right places. I reached up and
cupped my breasts. They weren't huge, just enough to fill a man's hand.
But, as an ex-boyfriend used to say, anything more than a handful goes to
waste. I squeezed my nipples, twisting until they were hard. I closed my
eyes and imagined the Doctor running his hands up my body, his long fingers
pinching and kneading their way up from my ass. I moaned and opened my
eyes. It was time for that shower. And then I would open that new toy. I
had burned out four of the things in the last year and I had picked this
one up a month ago. It was time for it to be put to work. I turned on the
shower and stepped in. As I rinsed off the soap, I lingered on my clit. I
leaned up against the wall and twisted it as I pushed two fingers in my
puss. I was so wet, my fingers slid in and out easily. Just as I was
about to cum, I stopped myself and climbed out of the shower.
I towel dried my hair and headed towards the closet with my toy in it.
It was 10" long and over 2" in diameter. It had it's own internal power
supply (it would supposedly last over 1000 hours) and it was self-
lubricating (I just love more advanced cultures). Rachel and the Doctor
had asked what I had bought on Larus but I had just smiled and told them to
mind their own business. I ran my fingers up and down it as I laid out on
my bed. I ran it over my nipples first, the tingles making me gasp. I
used my other hand to rub my hard clit. I relaxed and imagined the
Doctor's wonderful lips sucking at my nipple as his hands played over my
wet skin. His mouth would leave a trail over my body as he descended to
suck my puss. I slipped the monster into my puss, groaning as it stretched
me out. I plunged it in over and over, rubbing my clit harder and harder.
I could feel myself going over the edge again when I heard a knock at the
door.
"Teresa, can we talk?", the Doctor called from the other side of the
door. True to form, the man had lousy timing. My mind was made up.
I pulled the vibrator out and dropped it onto the bed, not bothering
to hide it. I grabbed a short silk robe but didn't bother tying it. It
hung over my breasts but didn't cover my shaved pussy. I figured it was
now or never. If he wanted me to leave, then I was going to do my best to
get him before I left.
I yanked the door open. His eyes quickly ran up and down my body. He
blushed and started mumbling, backing up. I grabbed his coat and pulled
him to me.
"Oh, no you don't," I said as I covered his mouth with mine. I could
feel his body tense at first, his lips unresponsive. Then it was like a
dam broke. His hands pushed under my robe, his mouth opened, and his
tongue plunged in. He pushed me back against the door and pulled me off my
feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he dragged his mouth from mine
and took my breast in his mouth. I could feel his cock pressing against my
pussy. I weaved my fingers into his hair pressing his mouth harder onto my
breast. He nibbled at one nipple, causing me to gasp for air. His fingers
dug into my ass, pinching as he moved to my dripping slit. He groaned.
"This is wrong, I shouldn't be here," he said as he carried me to my
bed. He put me back on my feet and pushed the robe off my shoulders.
"You don't seem to be leaving," I replied as I undid his cravat and
pulled his shirt open. I spread my fingers over his smooth chest.
"No, I don't," he smiled at me, "do I?"
I pushed his shirt and coat off his arms, struggling to get them over
his hands. "Just touch me, lick me, taste me. I need you so damn much."
I took one of his nipples into my mouth and nipped it. He groaned in
surprise. It didn't take much time to get his pants and shoes off.
He had a wonderful body. All toned and firm. His ass was rounded
without being wide or bubbled. He had lean legs and muscled arms. But his
cock interested me most. It was at least 9" long and thick.
"Do you get to keep that in all your regens?" I smiled at him as I
grabbed his hard cock.
He moaned as I stroked him. "Believe it or not, yes. The eyes and
the penis. Amazing, isn't it?" I dropped to my knees.
"It certainly is." I took the head into my mouth and grazed it with
my teeth. His hips began to thrust forward. I pulled the length in,
not getting it all (my mouth isn't that big). I swirled my tongue around
the shaft and pulled it out. I teased the slit in his head, pushing my
tongue in it. He pulled my head forward and kept thrusting. I kept this
up until I couldn't take it anymore, I had to feel his body against mine.
I stood and claimed his mouth again. Our tongues twined together, sparring
back and forth. His nails grazed my skin, sending chills through my body.
My fingers flew all over his smooth body, pinching and rubbing as I went.
His hearts pounded against my chest. I pulled away and laid on the bed,
knocking the monster off in the process (I wouldn't be needing it anytime
soon). He looked over my body and kneeled above me.
"You are so beautiful," he said as he kissed my neck. "It has been so
difficult to keep away from you."
"You never seemed to...," I gasped as he nipped my shoulder. "Urrm,
never seemed to have any interest in me."
"From the moment I saw your picture in your house. You fascinated me.
That is the real reason I stayed until you came home." He smiled up at me.
"And the reason that the TARDIS 'suddenly' managed to repair itself once
you were inside."
I smiled back at him. "You dirty old man you. I wonder how many
women you have lured in that way."
"Not many. Most I ask or become stuck with. You didn't seem like you
would stay, so I plotted." He looked away, somewhat ashamed it seemed. I
pulled his face to mine.
"I don't mind." I kissed him. "I needed a shake up. And you have
provided more thrills than I could ever hope for. Now," I leered at him,
"provide some more."
He chuckled and proceeded to do as I commanded. He slid down to my
puss and sucked at my clit. He knew just how to pull at it, his teeth
grazing over it, tormenting me. He moved his tongue to my hole and trusted
it in, sucking up the juices already flowing from me. I was groaning,
moaning, generally throwing a fit. I hadn't felt this amazing in so long,
if ever. After what seemed like forever, he moved up and claimed my mouth
again. He moved to cover me but I pushed him onto his back. I impaled
myself on his rod, savoring the sensations. He groaned as my tight pussy
covered his cock. I slowly started to pump, my breasts bouncing. He
covered them with his hands and squeezed the nipples between his fingers.
After coming 4 times in 10 minutes, I was losing my control. I was raking
my nails over his chest, not caring if I left marks. He pulled me down and
rolled us over. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pumped fast and
furious into me. I came 3 more times before he lost control. His eyes
closed and his fingers dug into my hips. His whole body shook and he
screamed out. He slowly pulled out and leaned over me. We gently kissed
as he laid on me. He then rested his head on my breasts and stroked my
body. I played with his curly locks.
"Oh, God, that was amazing. How long has it been for you anyway?" I
asked.
"Let's see, roughly 500 or so years. There was this Time Lady that
traveled with me for a time but it was short lived and we parted company.
There was another Earth woman but it never developed into a physical
relationship. I won't push my lifestyle on a woman." He looked up at me.
"And then there are women like you who embrace the lifestyle as their own.
I like that."
He slid up and began kissing me. I could feel his cock begin to
harden once again against my hip.
"You are ready to go again? That was quick." I wrapped my arms
around his shoulders.
He leered at me again. "Two hearts, remember."
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Teresa's story
by Brenda Vieths
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