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Teresa's Dr. Who
by Brenda Vieths (bvi167@airmail.net)

***

A quick roll in the sack with Dr. Who. For those of you 
who don't know who Dr. Who is, go here and check him out, 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who (MF, sci-fi, tv-
sitcom parody)

***

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 my mind. 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."

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 its 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 regions?" 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 trust 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."

END

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