After all this time traveling with the Doctor, Yaz was still amazed when she found something new in the sprawling TARDIS. Just when she thought she’d seen everything she stumbled across a brand new room. This one was quite compact with a round mattress in the centre of the room and a small clothes rack. The Yorkshire police officer examined the handful of clothing hanging from the rack, a blue suit, colourful jacket, a handful of ties and an umbrella. Odd but not as odd as some of the other rooms she’d explored.
She scanned the room and found a console placed into a wall, walking over to look at it. The moment she approached it blinked on, the screen projecting outwards like a hologram. “Virtual interface initiated” a voice said, coming from the terminal. “Please choose a setting.” In front of her appeared a selection of icons, labelled conversational, brainstorming, audience and distraction.
“Okay, that’s vague” she muttered, reaching out and tapping one of the icons. She chose conversational, the screen changing flashing up a new set of icons.
“Please select your companion” it said, giving Yaz a long selection of characters.
Yaz stared at the large list of people before her, wondering who they were. She found someone she knew on the list, Captain Jack Harkness. “What is this?” She asked, tapping his image.
“Hello” a man’s voice greeted, making Yaz jump as she turned to her left. Captain Jack Harkness stood before her, dressed in the same thing she last saw him in. But he looked younger. “Sorry, did I startle you?”
“A little” Yaz admitted, staring at the man realising it wasn’t him. His form flickered like a hologram. But when he help out his hand to shake hers she discovered it was solid. She could feel him like he was real. “What are you?”
“Virtual interface” he explained, looking around the room. “Think of this like a VR room where anything projected can be touched or felt. I had something like this back in the fifty first century, but not as advanced. I guess when you’re a time lord you get the best toys.”
“So you’re a computer?” She asked.
“An avatar” he said, pointing to the list still in front of her. “There are approximately 58 avatars saved in the interface, each one based on a previous traveller the TARDIS saved into her memory bank. It copied our likeness and personality to be 98% accurate.”
“Hang on, are you saying all these people have travelled with the Doctor?” She asked.
Jack shrugged. “Travelled with them in the TARDIS, yeah.”
Yaz looked at the list again, scrolling through the dozens of people within. “Wow. Sorry, I guess I thought…” she stopped herself. Of course she, Ryan and Graham weren’t the first to travel with the Doctor. She just never thought she’d brought so many with her in her ship. “Holy cow” she muttered, coming across a red haired young woman in a miniskirt. “Those legs go for miles” she muttered.
“You should see some of the other hotties” Jack smirked, following her gaze.
Yaz turned her attention back to Jack, putting her investigative hat on. “Okay, so if you’re a virtual interface, why use people the Doctor used to travel with?”
“It’s how the Doctor programmed us” Jack explained. “Sometimes it’s just them on their own and they like to talk to someone, bounce ideas or just have someone listen while they ramble. That’s what the settings are for. Conversational if they need use to talk back, audience if they don’t, and brainstorming if they need us to challenge the Doctor while they’re thinking.”
“Okay, that makes sense” Yaz nodded, returning to the settings options. “What about distraction?” She asked, seeing the final prompt.
“That’s for when the Doctor doesn’t need the interface to talk and needs to take their mind off things” he said. “We become more of an entertainment interface.”
“The doctor uses you for entertainment?” She chuckled, eyeing the button. “What kind of entertainment?” She asked.
Jack gave her one of his trademark smirks, coyly replying “why don’t you find out?”
Yaz couldn’t help her curiosity as she bit her bottom lip, hesitantly reaching out and pressing the option to change the setting from conversational to distraction.
Five minutes later she discovered just how the Doctor liked to distract herself with her companions as she was shoved against the wall. Her chest was heaving from panting for breath, her face flushed with her cheeks a rosy red as she braced her hands against the wall. She quickly glanced behind her and found Captain Jack standing behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist to grab her hips and align his large manhood at her exposed pussy. Her trousers were halfway down her thighs, her panties pulled aside, leaving her open and vulnerable for intrusion. Jack, in comparison, became completely naked the moment she pushed the option and she discovered why he was so popular across space and time. It’s why she didn’t resist when he reinserted his penis into her pussy, gasping as he stretched her walls pushing her against the wall.
“You seem to be really enjoying this setting” Jack commented between thrusts, pressing his muscled chest against her back to bit her earlobe. “You know this machine works on voice command right? If you want to stop, all you have to do is say so.”
“No, don’t stop” she said, biting her bottom lip letting the man fuck her. It was incredible how lifelike this hologram was, it felt like the real thing. And his cock was hug, the biggest she’d ever taken. They fucked like animals against the wall, panting and moaning while Jacks hands reached under her shirt to caress her boobs. His fingers snuck under her bra and pinched her nipples, making the girl moan louder and squeeze his cock.
She climaxed spontaneously, her hips shuddering prompting Jack to slow his movement to let her recover. “Should I continue?” He asked. She nodded, turning her head to smile at him. He cupped her chin and kissed her, thrusting harder against her backside holding her upright. “I love a tight little ass” she smirked, slapping her bottom playfully. “I knew a guy on this ship called the titanic, Alonso, who had a spectacular ass.”
“You were on the titanic?” She asked, falling against the wall.
“Not our titanic. A space cruise liner who took the name. Of course they didn’t realize what made the ship famous when they named it.”
Yaz was barely listening, on the verge of another climax. “So how…how often does the Doctor come here for…distracting?” She found herself asking.
“Not that often actually” Jack said casually. “Mostly it’s his own companions who find and use it. I myself have had many long weekends trying this out when I get the chance, even built my own at Torchwood. You can program any sentient life or species you want into this thing, unless the TARDIS imports it. I think the ship likes collecting imprints to entertain its owner.”
“So it’s not just you…who will…do this?”
Jack raised an eyebrow at the dark skinned girl. “Getting bored of me already?” He quipped.
“No! I just…” she stammered, under her orgasm silenced her excuses. She collapsed against the wall, clinging to it for support as Jack continued to fuck through her climax.
“If you want to change partners” she said, leaning close to whisper in her ear, “just tell the machine to select someone new. But my advice, if you want some fun? Set it to shuffle, random selection.”
Yaz fought to regain her breath, Jack’ cock still thrusting in and out of her pussy when she finally gathered enough strength to shout “okay. Um…computer? Random selection!”
There was a small pause before Jack vanished from behind Yaz, the cock disappearing from inside her pussy. The suddenly emptiness caught her by surprise as she almost fell to her knees. She was able to hold herself up though, drawing a deep breath riding out the final aftershocks of her orgasm. “Random selection initiated” a new voice declared as Yaz felt another presence behind her. Next she felt a pair of hands, not Jack’s, run up her back and along her shoulders. She looked across and saw they belong to a woman, turning around to greet the new but familiar face. “Hi there” the naked young woman with red hair and legs that went for miles said with a broad smile. “I’m Amy.”
“Hi” Yaz replied, stunned and nervous as she looked up and down at the tall woman’s incredible body. “I’m Yaz.”
“So, I hear you’re a police officer” Amy said, her eyes drifting over the young woman before her. “I like a girl in uniform” she smiled, stepping closer. “I used to wear a police uniform too, professionally. I should show you sometime.”
“Right” Yaz stammered, nervously stepping back but realizing she was against the wall as the tall redhead hovered in front of her. “Um, okay. Sorry, but I’ve…I’m not really into girls, so I don’t…”
Amy was quick to silence the girls protests, leaning forward capturing her lips with hers. Yaz froze when the redhead kissed her, shock overwhelming her resolve the longer the kiss held. Amy proved to be intoxicating, holding the kiss long enough to make Yaz reconsider. When she finally pulled away, the dark skinned girl almost fell forward seeking the absence. She blinked rapidly, blushing bright red seeing Amy giggle. “Not the first time I’ve seduced someone in the TARDIS” she said. “Mostly my husband. Sometimes whoever else is here…”
“What? You and the Doctor?” Yaz whispered.
Amy nodded. “He had a charming bow tie at the time, which he used for all sorts of things” she added. She saw the look on Yaz’s face and smiled, pecking her lips in a brief kiss to make her gasp. “Now, unless you want to switch your selection preferences, or shut off the computer, why don’t you remove you clothes and come join me on the bed” she suggested, stepping away to saunter across to the circular mattress in the middle of the room. She swayed her hips, making sure Yaz’s attention was fixed on her ass as she climbed onto the bed. She lay back, reclining on her elbows watching Yaz intently.
Yaz had to take a moment to get her bearings, blinking out of her haze to stare at the naked redhead waiting for her. She glanced at the terminal on the wall, the randomized selection cycling through the long list. She could’ve reset the parameters. She almost decided to shut it down. But Jack left her horny and Amy’s kiss had brought moisture between her thighs. Yaz had never considered having sex with a woman before. And yet she found herself hurrying to remove her clothes as quickly as possible until she was standing in the room wearing only her underwear.
She approached the bed and the redhead, nervous excitement sending butterflies to her stomach. But before she could climb up Amy held up a hand. “Nah uh” she said, pointing to her underwear. “Still overdressed” she said.
Yaz looked down at her petite body, gulping shallowly before reluctantly reaching behind her back to unclamp her bra. It fell to the ground revealing her small perky breasts, her dark nipples pointed and hard. Amy admired them calmly while she watched Yaz hesitantly take hold of her panties and pull them down her legs, dropping them around her ankles before stepping out of them. Her pussy was shaved and dripping wet. Yaz’s cheeks blushed even redder.
“Better” Amy said, nodding in approval. Yaz shyly smiled back, nervously approaching the bed to join the redhead. Amy waited until the last moment to lift her foot, placing it on the girls chest to halt her. She gently pushed her back a few inches, running her toes along her skin up to her neck. “If you want me, you’ll have to work for it” she said, gesturing to her long legs. “I noticed you staring at them.”
Yaz’s eyes turned to the long smooth limb keeping her standing up, her mouth becoming dry as she awkwardly reached out to stroke her calf. Amy sighed as she began to rub and massage her foot, eventually compelled to begin kissing along the ankle. Yaz had seen this on a video, she couldn’t remember where, hesitant as she made her way down the calf towards the knee. She seemed to be doing something right because Amy lifted the other leg to get the same treatment, using her toes to caress and pinch her dark nipples. Yaz shifted her attention to the other, kissing down her thigh dropping down to her knees upon the mattress. By the time she reached her hips, Amy was humming in satisfaction as she draped her knees over Yaz’s shoulders, gently pulling her lower to the bed. “Lovely” she sighed, watching her like a hawk as Yaz hovered over her moist pussy. When the girl stopped, she asked “what’s wrong?”
“I’ve… I’ve never done this with a girl before” she replied.
Amy gazed at her, finding it adorable, hooking her ankle behind her neck as she reached down to stroke her cheek with her fingers. “It’s easy” she said confidently. “Just imagine you’re kissing a boy and occasionally lick them. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
Before Yaz could ask for further instructions, Amy’s hand was hooked behind her head and pushing her face between her thighs to get started. She inhaled the redhead’s musk sharply, the scent making her forget this was a hologram, and she instinctively began kissing the soft folds of her womanhood. It was different to kissing her lips, she could taste her more. It was like tasting berries. She kissed her a few times and them tried giving her a lick. The woman let out a moan when the tongue found her clit, her fingers tightening around her skull thrusting her hips forward. Yaz experimented clumsily, new to eating pussy, using Amy’s responses to guess whether she was doing it right. When the girl let go of her head to fall onto her back moaning, she guessed she was on the right track and focused on licking her clit. “Fuck, yes. That’s it, right there. Keep going” she muttered, spreading out along the bed as the police officer serviced her.
It was weird and strange giving a girl oral, but Yaz found her rhythm soon enough. She felt Amy tense underneath her as she suddenly climaxed, a small orgasm but big enough to notice. Yaz felt proud when she heard the redhead cry out in pleasure, eagerly sucking on the nub to extend it further. Her reward was a sudden protrusion out of Amy’s clit being shoved straight into Yaz’s mouth, growing long and thick in her throat until she gagged. Her eyes widened in shock and she pulled away quickly, the cock springing out of her mouth with a pop as she coughed up air.
“Sorry” Rory said apologetically, looking down at the gasping young woman on his lap. “I get a little excited sometimes” he said.
Yaz looked up realizing the selection had shifted again, replying “it’s fine.” She took hold of the cock once she regained her bearings, stroking it a few times to make it rock hard. She was more comfortable with a cock in her hand, at least she knew how to please it. Without giving herself time to over analyse, she dropped back down and swallowed the dick as far as she could, sucking the stranger off using her hand to massage his shaft and balls.
Rory let her work, happy to sit back and relax groaning and moaning from her ministrations. He was lanky and thin, but she could sense a deep seated power lurking. She had no idea who he was but didn’t care. She wanted to make up for the embarrassment she made of herself with the redhead. She sucked his cock vigorously, pumping it raw until he thrust his hips forward stuffing her throat. He groaned loudly as she felt the sensations of what was meant to be an explosive orgasm. But when he came, only a handful of sperm spilled into her mouth, enough to swallow in a single gulp. Yaz was a little disappointed, but deduced what he lacked in volume he made up for in stamina. He was still hard when she lifted her mouth away.
Unfortunately, she didn’t get the chance to find out as she saw the hologram shift to a new selection. She assumed they got one orgasm a turn before the computer moved to the next avatar. The skinny white guy was replaced by a tall athletic black map Yaz knew very well.
“Well, this is awkward” Ryan said, sitting up to look down at the young woman on his lap. “This reminds me of that time in that motel room before we met Rosa Parks” he said.
“That’s not how I remember that night going” she quipped, climbing up onto the bed to join him.
“Oh yeah. How do you remember it?” He asked with a smirk.
Yaz returned his smirk, climbing onto his lap grabbing his head to pull him into a deep kiss. “There was a lot more talking and a lot less fucking” she replied, grinding his dripping lower lips against his black erection.
“Is that your way of saying I should shut up now?” He asked, putting his hands on her naked body exploring her affectionately.
She nodded, shoving him onto his back so she was straddling his waist. He stared up at the suddenly dominant young woman who was already lining his cock up with her entrance, sinking slowly onto his shaft with a sigh. She had always wanted to ride the young man like this, eagerly taking the opportunity even if he was just a hologram. She ground her hips atop him, pressing her palms against his chest at first before moving them behind her back to his thigh, thrusting her bust out to bouncing on his dick faster.
Ryan was happy to let her set the pace, watching her sexy body bounce on his cock mesmerized by her beautiful tits. She became lost in a sea of pleasure, moaning quietly as she felt a series of orgasms climbing. She paid close attention to Ryan’s growling throat though. She didn’t want him to cum too soon, not until they’d had some fun together. Thankfully she was first to cum, her walls tensing around him squeezing him tightly until he groaned. She threw her body forward so she could collapse on top of him, mashing her lips against his making out with the young man passionately. “We should’ve done this more” Ryan muttered between kisses.
“We tried” Yaz reminded him. “The doctor kept leading us into trouble. And your grandad kept finding us when we snuck off.”
“At least he didn’t see anything” Ryan whispered.
“Only because he found us before anything could happen” she complained.
Ryan shrugged, wrapping his arms around her and rolling her onto her back with him on top, thrusting his cock back into her pussy. “He’s not here now, is he?” He smirked, looking down at the grinning police officer. He kissed her deeply, their tongues meeting as he began to fuck her, his turn to set the pace. She wrapped her legs around his body, hooking her arms behind his back to grip his shoulders and scalp, breathing through her nose as she was fucked. It was everything she hoped for. His cock inside her, the friction building, another orgasm closing. The kiss broke so he could nuzzle on her neck, leaving her to pant and moan in pleasure. She rode through two more orgasms, one after the other, feeling the tremors in the man’s throat. He was close.
Before he could cum, she had to ask “is it safe?”
“Is what safe” Ryan asked from her neck.
“To cum? Will I get pregnant?”
“No” he replied blankly. “This is a simulated avatar. Everything is simulated. Insemination is impossible.”
Yaz nodded, closing her asked telling him “then cum inside me. I want all of it.”
Ryan nodded, leaning on his elbows fixing his gaze on hers as he fucked her to completion, ejaculating his simulated contents into her vagina. It may not be real sperm, but Yaz felt it’s warm substance fill her insides all the way to her womb. She moaned, arching her back into a third orgasm, drawing out every last drop she could. She collapsed in a heap on the bed, panting and breathless flushed with sweat. She felt incredibly satisfied.
And yet she didn’t feel like she was done.
She opened her eyes and found Ryan was gone, his avatar changed into that of a middle aged woman with frilly hair and a broad smile. “Hello sweetie” River Song greeted, straddling the girls waist massaging her breasts. “How are you feeling?” She asked the younger woman.
“I don’t know” she admitted, no longer concerned about speaking to either strangers or holograms. “Tired, a little. It felt so real…”
“That’s how she likes it” River grinned, draping her naked body over Yaz’s kissing her on the lips.
“Who?”
“The TARDIS” she said, resting her chin on the girls chest after kissing her nipples a few times. She crossed her arms, her legs bending at the knees settled between Yaz’s legs. She had the demeanour of a playful schoolgirl a third her age. Yaz certainly deduced she was going to be a tease. “You didn’t really think the Doctor built this room did you? They can barely fly the ship without removing the handbrake.” She cast her eye over the young woman, brushing a strand of hair damp from sweat behind her ear. “If you want to stop now, you can just ask the computer by saying “cancel session”, if you can’t walk out the door.”
“No, I’m good” Yaz said, regaining her breath and sitting up on her elbows. “I can keep going” she said defiantly.
River was impressed, circling Yaz’s nipples with her fingers. “Alright then. Do you want me to get started?” She asked, reaching down with her other hand to tease her clit.
Yaz shuddered the moment contact was made, her body cringing. She was still too sensitive. “Maybe we could cuddle for a bit first?” She said sheepishly.
River just smiled, removing her hand and cupping her chin. “Good idea” she replied, kissing the girl affectionately. She shuffled closer so Yaz could embrace the woman, their naked bodies intertwined as they made out casually.
River proved to be a rather good teacher to Yaz in the form of lesbian kissing. She took a patient approach with the girl as she caressed and fondled her delicate body parts, never once stopping her slow methodical kiss that drew Yaz deeper and deeper. Over the next few minutes she guided her small hands over her pale body, helping her find her sensitive spots and demonstrating how they make a woman tremble. Yaz took the lessons well, getting more comfortable with the older woman as she deepened the kiss. The only time they separated their mouths was to let Yaz take a moment to digest the fact she was officially having sex with a woman for the second time. “I’ve never done anything like this before” she said.
“I can tell” River chuckled, gently kissing her ear playing with her earlobe. “But you’re a fast learner. I think you’ll be fine with the others when they cycle through the program.”
“Are there really 58 of you?” Yaz asked, glancing over to the scrolling list of avatars still loading on the screen.
“For the moment” she replied. “I think the Doctor is considering adding another later. The TARDIS automatically adds anyone who travels with her, but sometimes we like to add certain additions of our own.”
Yaz nodded along, a thought suddenly coming to her as she stared at the list. “Am I about to have sex with all of them?”
“You asked for random selection” she laughed. “Just remember, if you want to stop give the deactivate command. Otherwise it’ll just cycle through every avatar saved in its databank. Nobody has ever gotten through all of them in one session.”
“Are you saying they’ve tried?”
“The current high score is 27.”
“And who got that?”
“You’re looking at her” River grinned, drawing Yaz’s eye back to her stunning face. “Insatiable appetites sweetie. Though it appears you have a hunger for more too. I hope you’re prepared for a wide ride because there’s no guarantee you’ll get another break.”
“I can handle it” she said, confidence boosting her stamina. Now that she knew it was doable, she was determined to beat that record. “Any advice?”
“Spoilers” River teased, lifting her hips up to her knees so she could guide Yaz’s hand to her pussy, showing her how to run her clit by doing the same with hers. Yaz mirrored River’s motions, picking it up quickly as they both panted heavily. “But I will give you one for free, if you reach her” she said after a moment to contemplate. “If you meet a woman who likes to talk, might I suggest you put her mouth to better use otherwise she won’t shut up. I advise sitting on her face if possible.”
“Watch out for a lady who talks to much, got it” Yaz nodded, rubbing the older woman harder as she was fingered in return. She made it a race to make River cum first, but she lost when she pinched her nerves in the right place. Fortunately River let out a silent climax soon afterwards, drifting down her body with a long sigh kissing her stomach slowly. Yaz reclined against the mattress, panting shallowly already recovering from the climax ready for the next contender to play with.
She didn’t have to wait long as the big frizzy hair of River Song faded away to be replaced by the long brown hair of a younger model, her big eyes lifting up to glance at Yaz’s face sparkling in the light. This girl was attractive, her slim body sliding between Yasmin’s thighs until her face was hovering over pussy. “You’re cute” Clara Oswald commented, analysing the darker skinned woman.
“So are you” Yaz replied, sitting up on her hands to watch the woman tease her pussy. “Don’t keep me waiting” she said.
“Oh, you’re demanding aren’t you” Clara chuckled playfully.
“Well, I’m a police officer” she told her. “And I don’t like being patient.”
“Neither do I. And I’m a teacher” Clara countered, fixing a challenging gaze on the officer. “I’m used to dealing with impatient students.”
“I’m not one of your students. Yaz said.
Clara grinned. “You are today. And your first lesson is self control.” She pulled away from Yaz’s groin, pushing herself up to her knees coming face to face with the girl. Yaz got a look at Clara’s stunning body up close, her round breasts and perky nipples dazzling her. They were bigger than Yaz’s by comparison, but Yaz thought she had the edge on fitness no matter how hot the teacher looked. “Now, how long can you hold your breath?” Clara asked cryptically, keeping her hands on her own knees refusing to touch Yasmin’s sexy body.
Yaz shrugged, “long enough. Why?”
“I’m told that’s what holding onto an orgasm feels like” she said, moving her face closer so their noses were inches from touching. Yaz went to kiss her but Clara put her hand up to stop her. “No, nah uh. That’s not how we play this game.”
“What if I’m not interested in games?” Yaz argued.
“Then we aren’t going to be doing anything on this bed” she replied, steadfast in her stance. “And we both know you can’t switch avatars until I cum.”
Yaz spotted the bluff. She knew she could ask the computer to switch to the next partner if she wanted. But she let the girl believe she was right and decided to play. “Go on then. What’s the game?”
Clara smiled, sitting back on her heels taking a slow seductive breath. “Simple. From now on, I’m the boss. You do what I say and when I say it. Ready?” Yaz rolled her eyes and nodded. “Good. Now lie down” she commanded.
Yaz wasn’t used to doing as she was told, even with the Doctor, but she complied dropping back onto her back. Clara crawled over her, ordering her to stay still while she cast her eye over her naked body. Yaz shivered when she brushed her fingers over her soft skin, drifting around her boobs and stomach and along her neck back down to her thighs. Yaz had to fight every impulse to reach up and grab her head, pull her into a kiss, make love to her. Instead she bit her bottom lip, letting the school teacher have her own way with her.
“Good girl” Clara commented, impressed with Yasmin’s restraint. She gave her a peck on the belly in approval before returning to her spot between her legs. “Now I’m going to give you a reward” she said, stroking the girls thighs gently coaxing them wider. “But you cannot cum. Not until I say you can. Understood?”
“Understood” Yaz nodded. She then slyly added “so long as you impress me.”
“Challenge accepted” Clara grinned, dipping down to lick her pink clit.
Yaz became suitably impressed moments later ask Clara Oswald delivered some on the best oral sex the Pakistani woman had ever experienced. After all the teasing and taunting Yasmin was quivering with anticipation, and now she was melting into the bed as she felt her body hum with pleasure. She began moaning uncontrollably as Clara used her tongue in ways Yaz never thought of, the wet muscle exploring her folds and clit before the girl took one of her hands from her thigh to insert two fingers into her entrance. Yaz’s back arched the moment she was penetrated, her fingers clawing at the mattress, her legs kicking upwards. “Oh wow! Oh fuck!” She stammered, already feeling the orgasm approaching.
“Remember, you’re not allowed to cum” Clara reminded her, pausing in her motions removing her hand to make a point. Yaz’s hips begged for her to continue, forcing her to acknowledge the command. While Clara continued to eat her out, Yaz pushed the orgasm back before it could overwhelmed her.
Clara was right. It was like holding her breath. It felt like she was holding it in the pit of her stomach and it was getting harder and harder for each second that passed. Her limbs began to tingle like they were losing oxygen, tension building in her chest. Yaz whimpered while Clara continued to finger her, adding a third finger and sucking on her clit. “Please. I can’t…I can’t hold it…much longer…” she whispered.
Clara looked up and saw the strain on her face, sweat forming across her brow as she panted rapidly, almost hyperventilating. She broke into a devilish smile, easing a fourth finger into her pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb. “Just a little longer” she said, purposely drawing it out watching the police officer squirm. She loved being in control like this, her lovers pleasure in the palm of her hand. “How do you like my fingers, by the way?” She asked casually.
“They’re good!” She said quickly, holding her breath struggling to contain her climax, tearing in her eyes. “They’re really good. Please, I need…please…”
“Have you ever had all five of them in at once?” Clara asked, teasing her hole with the tip of her thumb, baring her to take her whole hand. Yaz shook her head, unwilling to go further. Any more and she’d probably die. “Say please one more time” she said. “Say “please Miss Oswald””.
“PLEASE MISS OSWALD! Let me cum!” She screamed, her body on the verge of exploding, her gut feeling like it was clenching.
Clara smiled in satisfaction, lowering her mouth to her ear and quietly whispering “you can cum now.”
The moment she gave her permission, Yasmin’s body released like a dam flooding her palm and the mattress with juices. Yaz howled and shook as her body unleashed an orgasm she’d never felt before in her life. Her eyes rolled into their sockets and she screamed, squirted and shuddered for almost five minutes. Clara rode her through the experience, giggling and kissing her neck as she felt her lower half get drenched along with her hand, which was trapped in her cunt with the inner walls crushing her fingers. She didn’t complain. She waited until Yaz was finished, her body slumping onto her back gasping for air, her head spinning on the verge of passing out. Clara removed her hand and looked at her sticky fingers, sucking two of them dry before sharing the rest with the sweating girl. Yaz didn’t even need instructions to clean her finger for her, sucking them lazily too delirious to object. “Wasn’t that fun?” Clara asked playfully.
“Not really” Yaz muttered.
Clara just giggled, dipping her hand between her own legs to check how wet she was. “Watching you burst was so hot, I think I’m almost there” she said, bring her her hand up and dotting Yasmin’s nose with her own fluids. “It won’t take long, so I have one last game for you.”
“Please, I can’t…”
“Ba buh, no talking” she said, shushing the girl with a finger. “Now, close your eyes” she ordered. Waiting for Yaz to do so. “Now no matter what, whomever takes over from me, you are not to open your eyes” she told her. “You keep them shut and fuck the next person to join you. Man or woman, doesn’t matter. Just fuck them until you both cum. It’ll be more fun that way. That’s how I liked it” she added in a fond whisper, rubbing herself off to completion. “Have fun” she said, giving Yaz a parting peck on the lips before disappearing.
With Yaz keeping her eyes closed, she had no idea who was now in the room with her to shag next. But she followed Clara’s instructions, not because she thought the game would be fun but because the teasing bitch had left her horny and she needed to fuck someone badly. To her luck, the next body she felt was clearly male, so she didn’t care who it was as she grabbed at the and their penis and hastily brought it inside her body to fill the void. “Don’t talk, just fuck me” she begged, keeping her eyes closed as she wrapped her legs around the man’s hips and drove his cock as deep as it could go.
She heard the man’s throat groan as her walls swallowed him whole, immediately thrusting his hips against her as she pulled his body on top of her. She didn’t give herself time to examine the roughness of his skin or build, not even as her hands griped a mop of his hair hooking her legs behind his ass. She just followed Clara’s suggestion and fucked him without checking who she was having sex with. It was exciting, exhilaration coursing through her veins as adrenaline pumped rapidly. She needed this, needed a cock, any cock, inside her. But she found the man’s movements too sluggish so she shoved him onto his back, rolling with him to climb on top and straddle his waist. Even with her eyes screwed shut she found his cock and easily inserted it into her vagina. And now she could set the pace her hips whipped up and down on top of him slamming his dick deep into her pussy. The man moaned and panted as she clawed at his chest, nails digging into his skin as she whipped her head back, dominating the room desperate to cum. Between the moans and swear words Yaz felt the pounding in her chest, her heart rate elevating as she approached her orgasm. She shifted her weight backwards, putting her palms on the man’s thighs feeling his clutch at her waist, putting more force into her grinding until the man ejaculated into her cunt, filling her entrance before she found her own release.
“Oh fuck” she muttered, coming down from her much needed high nearly falling forward. She put her arms out to catch herself, connecting with the man’s shoulders as she felt his panting beneath her. Her eyes finally drifted open and she saw for the first time who she had fucked.
She went very pale when she realized the man she’d just shagged was Graham, Ryan’s step grandfather, the fifty something friend of hers who also travelled with the Doctor and them. His eyes were blinking as they stared at the ceiling, his breath laboured exhausted as his penis still twitched inside Yasmin’s very young and fertile pussy. “Well, I never got that treatment during my recovery” he mumbled, drifting towards sleep while Yaz covered her mouth in shock.
“Oh fuck” she whispered, looking down and seeing him very naked with her on top of him. She tried not to freak out, but this suddenly felt wrong. She felt sick. Graham was twice her age and now she was seeing him naked. His penis was inside her… “oh fuck” she repeated, covering her mortified face.
“Oh fuck!” A new voice said, interrupting Yasmin’s mortified freak out drawing her out from hiding. Yaz was now straddling a woman, older than her, with long brown hair and rounded build, huge breasts and an even bigger jaw sitting open gasping at the young woman. “I don’t think I’ve ever woken up with a naked woman sitting on me” Donna Noble commented, staring at Yaz bewildered. “Is this how you always wake up your guests? Don’t tell me your dripping all over my tussy” she complained, sitting up looking at her pussy, Grahams cum leaking out of her. Seeing it mad Yaz turn another shade of green. “You alright?” Donna asked her.
“Fine” she said, unconvincingly. “Not fine. It’s just…I just had sex with Graham. Ryan’s granddad.”
“Oh” Donna said, nodding her head. “Yeah, old is he? I fucked an old guy once. Couldn’t stop throwing up for days. I was drunk of course. You’d never see me mounting the father of the groom sober, let me tell you.”
“Right” Yaz muttered, wiping her face regaining her breath trying to purge the last few moments from her memory.
Meanwhile, Donna continued to ramble. “Of course that wasn’t the weirdest shag I’ve ever had. I’ll tell you, traveling with the Doctor, you meat some weird people. And not even people sometimes. I had this spa day while he went on this bus trip to…somewhere, I don’t know where. Anyway, I found out there was a service where you could hire an alien to basically fuck you for an hour. And when I say alien, I mean slime, tentacles, things with several arms, several dicks even, I saw their menu. A menu for sex? Could you imagine having a menu for prostitutes back on earth. Then again that’s what the internet is for, isn’t it?”
“You talk an awful lot” Yaz commented, staring at the rambling woman.
“Yeah, I get it from my mothers side” she nodded. “Don’t get me started about my mother. She could talk a…”
Yaz stopped listening, though the woman’s yammering was a helpful distraction. He main concern was she needed to get Grahams cum out of her. She wasn’t worried about getting pregnant (though not she brought it up the image was haunting and made her feel worse), she just wanted all trace of the mortifying experience erased. Damn that Clara Oswald for suggesting she close her eyes. She then recalled River Song’s advice should she encounter a woman who talked too much. Yaz climbed up the bed and took her advice, putting Donna’s tongue to good use by sitting on her face. “Sorry about this” she said apologetically as she dropped onto her mouth.
Donna’s rambling was cut off when Yaz’s pussy smushed down upon her. She let out a muffled scream of surprise before grabbing Yaz by the hips. She expected the woman to throw her off, but instead she pulled her closer and began munching on her pussy, her tongue whipping around inside her cleaning out her cunt. Yaz gasped at how thorough the woman was, clutching her scalp quivering as the woman devoured her, slurping up her cum and other fluids from within. River was true to her word, Donna was brilliant with her tongue. Yaz was shuddering within minutes, a spontaneous orgasm making her gush only for Donna to drink it all up again. When she was done Yaz slumped over onto her side, panting heavily with a spotless pussy.
Donna sat up wiping her mouth. “Wow, it’s been a while since I tasted pussy juice. And was that a guys cum in there too?”
“Yeah” she nodded.
“Don’t tell me it was the old man’s” Donna said. When Yaz didn’t reply she spat. “Gross. I hate old man cum. Not as bad as old lady cum, but… actually it might be worse then my aunt Vera’s smoothies. And let me tell you, this smoothies tasted revolting. She would blend this…”
Yaz’s groaned as Donna ranted. She didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now and couldn’t stand listening to her nonstop. “Computer, can I skip this one please?” She asked. To her relief, it complied and Donna vanished mid sentence. Yaz collapsed onto the mattress sighing, her chest rising and falling.
“Yeah, I couldn’t handle her constant commentary either” a young black woman said as she collapsed beside Yaz, joining her in staring up at the ceiling. Yaz turned her head to look at the new girl, her boyish face smiling back framed by a mop of thick dark hair. Her body was slim, slimmer than Yasmin’s, her breasts flatter with pointy nubs for nipples. She was very attractive, even Yaz could admit she would be tempted. “Hi, I’m Bill” the girl said politely.
“Yaz” she replied chuckling. It just occurred to her she had stopped asking for names from these companions. How many had she senselessly fucked now? More than ten? Less. She was losing count. “Have I broken the record yet?” She asked.
“You mean of most lovers in one session?” Bill Potts asked. “No, you’ve only started. I tried when I was here, but I only got to twelve. And I’m gay so I only had sex with the girls too. Have to say, the doctor travels with a lot of sexy women.”
“So I’ve noticed” Yaz commented. “Is it true she used to be a guy?”
“She was when I was with him. Old guy, Scottish, bit intense. But it was awesome. Wish I was here when he regenerated. I’d totally fuck her now.”
She couldn’t explain why but that made Yaz laugh so hard her sides hurt. Bill laughed with her, the two naked women lying side by side laughing hysterically. When they finished they were on their side with their noses touching. Bill took the advantage and kissed her first, capturing her lips effortlessly. Yaz kissed her back, going with the flow like she’d been doing all afternoon. If it was still afternoon. How long had Yaz been in here? And why hasn’t the Doctor come looking for her by now?
“If you want to go find her, it’s fine” Bill said. “But if you stay, I promise I will give you the ride of your life. All these other ladies might be good kissers, but I’ve been an active lesbian for as long as I can remember. I have skills you’ve never seen before.”
“Wow, you’re confident aren’t you” Yaz said, an inquisitive smile on her face. She decided to take her up on her challenge, still determined to overtake River Song’s record in this machine. She lay on her back, presenting herself to the black girl telling her “go on then. Blow my mind.”
“Oh, I promise you will not be disappointed” Bill told her, shuffling up next to her still on her side but now with her hand brushing over Yasmin’s skin. Her fingers were delicate as she stroked her flesh, circling all the points of arousal that made the police officer shiver until her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was dripping. Bill started at the breasts, pinching her nipples and twisting them between her fingers, her eyes never leaving Yaz’s face to see her reaction. She was delighted to see her twitch and moan, her hands clawing at the bed beneath them with no bedsheets to clutch. “If you like that, wait until I get down here” she grinned, removing her hand and bringing it down to touch Yasmin’s groin.
The moment she got close to her clit Yaz was cumming. She didn’t know how but Bill had got her so hot and bothered she was desperate to be touched. The mere presence of her finger next to her pussy made her cum prematurely, her cheeks flushing embarrassingly red. “Sorry” she muttered as Bill laughed.
“Don’t be” she said, pecking her lips affectionately. “In my experience there’s no greater compliment. It’s not often I get to make a girl cum just by playing with their tits. The real challenge is to get them to cum another four more times. Unless you think you can hold onto your orgasms?”
“No, I already played that game” Yaz told her, the memory nearly setting her off again. She didn’t want to hold back anymore. If she came, she came and she wasn’t ashamed of it.
“Alright then” Bill said, stroking Yaz’s cunt with her finger soaking her digit. “Then get ready to be fingered by a professional.”
Yaz wouldn’t know the difference between a professional lesbian or an amateur one, but Bill Potts certainly proved she knew how to fuck a girl senseless. Within minutes of rubbing her fingers against her clit she was shivering and moaning wildly. Seconds after she inserted her first finger she climaxed with a loud moan. The next orgasm came soon after when Bill slipped her third finger in, her thumb pressing on her sensitive clit, followed immediately by a fourth. Soon she was panting and moaning and screaming as her body rocked and buckled on the bed riding Bill’s hand as the girl hovered over her, smiling constantly never stopping or pausing, watching her intently as her face contorted in pleasure. Occasionally their lips met and they kissed passionately, the heat intense as their bodies rubbed each other. Her walls clenched around the black girls fingers as she came for the firth time, her hands clutching the girls hair as she moaned into the kiss, air sucked though her nose as she tried to breath through the explosion between her legs. Juices flooded against Bill’s palm as her thighs clamped around her arm, her spine arching. Bill helped her ride through it and then immediately curled her fingers in just the right manner to trigger another orgasm. And then another, then a third in quick succession. She found Yaz’s G-Spot and not her orgasms were hers to call at will. The girl broke the kiss and gasped, her voice lost as she shuddered violently before being allowed to collapse upon the bed breathless.
Somehow she was still conscious, though her vision was blurry and she still couldn’t talk. Bill removed her aching hand and licked the cum from her fingers, flopping onto her back to enjoy the bounty while Yaz recovered. “Hmm, you taste delicious” she said with a satisfied sigh. “And you’re sensitive spot was harder to find then I thought. I’m glad I did though. Now I know where to find it” she grinned, rolling back to reach down for her pussy again.
“Don’t..” Yaz whispered hoarsely, her hand shooting down to catch Bills. She couldn’t handle any more, not yet. She released a pained breath muttering a strangled “fuck…how?”
“Practice” Bill told her, leaning up on her elbow to massage Yasmin’s chest. “Lots and lots of practice. I think I was in here more than any other traveller. Lots of girls to meet and practice on. I could teach you if you want” she said, stroking Yaz’s cheek affectionately. “If you’re serious on beating the record of this thing, you’ll need all the help you can get. Interested?”
Yaz looked up at the black girl staring at her, her competitive spirit finding her second wind. “Yes. Show me” she said, reaching up to grab Bill’s head and pull her into a powerful kiss. Bill returned the embrace before getting to work teaching the girl how to truly make a girl cum quickly.
Things got easier and much more chaotic for Yaz after that. Bill proved to be a great teacher and Yaz learnt a lot before she was able to make the black girl orgasm loudly, passing her student onto the next series of avatars to test her skills on. The first was a reporter who seemed to have two versions in the system; one young and vibrant, the other older and more mature. Yaz tried not to get confused as Sarah Jane Smith shifted between her ages, demonstrating her new talent to fingering a woman’s pussy until the reporter came in Yasmin’s hand.
Next was a young teenager in a bomber jacket, the first she’d seen not completely naked. She was a tomboy, headstrong as she tried to make Yaz cum first. She let Ace try before flipping the tables and eating her out to completion.
She cycled through a few more women, including a woman from a primitive age called Lela and an Australian air hostess who seemed more confused while she was being fucked, until finding herself on her stomach being fucked from behind by a dark skinned young man who introduced himself as Mickey. He seemed to enjoy having another coloured girl to fuck, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress as his thick cock pounded into her. Yaz was moaning as he dragged himself out of her aching pussy and redirected it to her tight anus. He was penetrating her before she had time to protest, her colon crushing him as she clenched in discomfort. Thankfully he came quickly and she was able to move onto another woman.
Only when she flipped over she found her own face staring back at her. “Well, we both knew this had to be possible right?” Her mirror image said smirking, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.
“Yeah, but still…” she stammered, staring up at her naked body. She’d seen it a thousand times but never from this angle. She look hot. “Is it weird that I’m really turn on?”
“Yeah, cause you’re basically fucking yourself now” she laughed, straddling her waist playing with her boobs admiring her own body. Yaz sat up to make out with her doppelgänger, pushing the weirdness aside so she could fool around with the sexy young woman in bed with her.
Moments later the two Yasmin Khan’s were curled into a ball buried in each other’s legs furiously licking each other’s holes seeing who could make the other cum first. One of them was the real Yaz so if the hologram climaxed she would disappear. That’s possibly why the real Yaz took her time, letting her avatar draw out a handful of orgasms from her so she could enjoy herself for a while longer. She made a mental note to come back and specifically request her own avatar for a private session. She’d be surprised to learn she wouldn’t be the only companion to make such a request.
After fucking herself, both figuratively and literally, she cycled through several more avatars both male and female. She got distracted by a girl with gorgeous breasts, who she sent many minutes motorboating because of how juicy they were, got overcome by a woman she learnt was also a time lord called Romana who fucked her so efficiently she nearly blacked out, and spent several minutes recovering with a blonde girl called Rose. They kissed and rolled around before finishing with their pussies grinding together, scissoring their legs until they were both moaning into an orgasm.
After a whole montage of lovers Yaz was exhausted and sweaty, panting heavily even as she sat in the arms of a pan other black woman who had her legs hooked around her body as she lay her back against her chest, her hand between her thighs and the other squeezing her breasts. Martha Jones sat behind Yaz nibbling on her neck while she fingered her sensitive cunt vigorously. She made sure the girls legs were spread wide, her feet hooked under her knees keeping them apart, giving her total access to her pussy. “You’re trembling” she whispered, licking at her earlobe. “You must be so sensitive.”
“A little” she admitted, her voice shaking. She was struggling to stay awake, her arms sluggish as they stroked Martha’s thighs. “How many more do I need?” She asked.
“Why do you want to break this record so bad?” She asked her instead of answering the question.
“I don’t know anymore” Yaz muttered, her body shuddering approaching another orgasm. Martha gently rubbed her clit making her moan weakly. Dark spots bounced across her blurring vision.
“Well, if you keep going like this you’ll be in a coma for days” Martha warned, briefly looking concerned before returning to inserting her tongue into Yaz’s ear.
“I’ll be fiiinne” she said groans, the orgasm being dragged out of her body. This one felt painful, her pussy burning as her eyes fluttered closed. She reached down to pull Martha’s hand way, unable to stomach her touch any longer. She fought her eyes open again, sucking in a few deep breaths as she collapsed a giant the woman’s chest.
“I think it’s time you called it a night” she suggested, stroking Yaz’s cheek with her hand. “You had a good run. Better than I managed. But you can’t keep it up any longer. Get some rest. Doctors orders.”
Yaz didn’t want to stop, but she could feel her body screaming at her in protest. So with a raspy and strained voice, she told the computer “deactivate program.” Instantly the hologram faded and Yaz fell back onto the bed like a rag-doll. She let out an involuntary sigh or relief as her eyes drifted closed and her muscles relaxed. Before she knew it she was fast asleep and unconscious for hours.
When she woke up she found her body was covered in a blanket, her clothes neatly folded by her side. She sat up groaning, her muscles aching as she rubbed her eyes. She felt like she’d slept for days. She looked around the empty room, her gaze drifting to the console one last time before climbing off the bed to get dressed. When she knelt down to the pile of clothes she found a sticky note, picking it up to read “sorry I didn’t wake you. Looked like you needed to sleep. Come find me when you’re ready. PS: looks like you got the high score.”
Yaz turned back to the console and leaned over to press the button. She found a tally of the number of lovers she’d successfully satisfied through the simulation: 31. Yaz beat the record and set the new high score. She felt a distinctive level of pride as she fist bumped the air and got dressed. She leant the cost of that pride when she ended up limping out of the room because she couldn’t walk properly for the next few hours. The discomfort lasted for the rest of the day.
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