DOCTOR WHO fucks

In the hallowed halls of Yale University, within the pristine ambiance of an archaeology lecture room, the air was thick with the legacy of human discovery. The lecture, focused on the groundbreaking work of Dr. Louis Leakey and his wife Mary, resonated through the room, echoing the past's whispers to the eager ears of academia's future.

Tressa, a vibrant twenty-year-old with a physique that had blossomed into curves that turned heads, sat at the very topmost seat of the lecture hall. Her attention, however, was not solely on the enthralling tales of hominid evolution but was momentarily distracted by the student just below her.

This young man, oblivious to the academic sanctity around him, had his ears plugged with earbuds, his gaze glued to his laptop screen, not on the slides of ancient artifacts but on something far more mundane and contemporary. Tressa caught a glimpse; he was watching pornography, his world narrowed down to the pixelated dance of digital debauchery amidst a lecture on human origins.

Disgust mixed with disbelief painted Tressa's face as she shook her head, murmuring to herself, "Gooners, nowadays no longer have any shame." Her voice was a whisper, lost in the hum of the lecture, but it was enough. The young man, perhaps sensing her judgment or simply startled by her movement, snapped his head back, his eyes meeting hers for a fleeting second before he hastily slammed his laptop shut with a thud that seemed to echo louder than it should in the quiet room.

The lecturer continued, oblivious to the personal drama unfolding in the back rows, assigning homework as the class drew to a close. The students began to pack up, the room's atmosphere shifting from academic to the everyday hustle of student life. Tressa gathered her things, her mind still buzzing with the juxtaposition of ancient human history against modern human behavior. As the final echo of the lecture bell faded, students ambled through the Yale corridors, their steps a symphony of anticipation for the end of the day. Amid this flow, a statuesque blonde with her midriff daringly exposed to the cool academic air approached Tressa. Her name was Cuddy, and her call was urgent, "Tres, Tres, wait!"

Tressa, caught in the act of adjusting her backpack, turned with a mix of curiosity and weary resignation. "Cuddy, what's up?" Her voice held the weight of the past few weeks.

Cuddy's eyes sparkled with mischief and insistence. "You're coming to my party tonight, no excuses this time," she declared, her tone brooking no argument.

"But... but..." Tressa's protest was weak, her mind already racing for a plausible excuse.

Cuddy cut her off with a shake of her head, her blonde locks swaying. "No buts. You have to get over that cheating asshole," she said firmly, her hand landing on Tressa's shoulder in solidarity.

With a worried frown, Tressa's resolve crumbled. "Sure, I'll come," she agreed, her voice laced with reluctance but swayed by Cuddy's conviction.

"Cheer up, it'll be fun," Cuddy promised, her smile infectious, before she whisked away, leaving Tressa with a mix of dread and fragile hope for a good night.

Hours later, the library was a bastion of silence, a temple to knowledge where Tressa sat ensconced in a corner, her laptop open like a portal to another world. She was deep in the digital archives of ancient civilizations, her fingers scrolling through pages of text and images. But then, without warning, a wave of arousal swept through her,

Her body betrayed her focus; her pussy began to tingle, a sensation so acute it was almost painful. Her nipples, hidden beneath the tight fabric of her blouse, hardened like peaks, responding to an internal call she couldn't ignore. Her breathing turned into deep, almost gasping breaths, her chest rising and falling more pronouncedly.

"Mmh! I wasn't thinking about sex, why... why am I feeling this way?" Tressa whispered, her voice a mix of confusion and burgeoning pleasure. She tried to anchor herself back to her work, to steer her mind away from the sudden, intense arousal, but it was like trying to hold back a tide with one's hands.

The sensations only intensified, a relentless force demanding attention. Realizing the library was no place for this private battle, Tressa stood, her legs slightly unsteady under the weight of her desire. She gathered her belongings with trembling hands and made her way to the library bathroom, seeking solitude where she might quell this unexpected storm of passion.

Inside the secluded stall of the Yale library bathroom, Tressa found herself in a situation she never anticipated. The cool, sterile air of the bathroom contrasted sharply with the heat rising within her. She locked the door behind her, sat down, and with a mixture of urgency and shame, lowered her pants. In her hand was a pen, a tool of study now repurposed for a moment of desperate release.

"I am not a gooner, but I... I just have to let it out," she whispered to herself, her voice barely above a breath. With one hand, she guided the pen inside her, while the other found her clit, initiating a rhythm that was both foreign and familiar. Soft, restricted moans escaped her lips, "Mmh!, MMh!, Mh!" as she tried to keep her arousal silent in the echoing chamber of the bathroom.

Her body tensed, her climax building like a storm, until she orgasmed, squirting onto the toilet seat. She covered her mouth with one hand to stifle a loud moan, her eyes wide with shock at the intensity of her release. "What the hell is this, I have never, not like this," she gasped, her legs trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still rocking her body.

Just then, an electronic hum pierced the silence from outside the stall. Before she could react, the door swung open, revealing The Master, his sonic screwdriver in hand. Tressa, in a state of complete shock, scrambled to pull up her pants, her face flushed with embarrassment and confusion. "D-D-Doctor, what the hell are you doing here?" she stammered.

The Master, with a mocking tone, replied as he manipulated his device, intensifying her arousal, "I should ask you the same. Your parents sent you to this prestigious university to study. What the hell are you doing?"

With a flick of his sonic screwdriver, the world around them dissolved, and they were suddenly inside the TARDIS. Tressa, gasping for air, collapsed onto the cold, metallic floor, her body still reeling from the onslaught of sensations. The Master looked down at her, his eyes predatory, licking his lips as he observed her in a vulnerable doggy position. "Tressa, Tressa, Tressa, I just left you for 4 years and you've developed into a fine specimen."

The TARDIS hummed around them, and Tressa felt an involuntary release, her juices flowing as she moaned, "Mmmh! Umm! Doctor, Doctor, please stop this, Ummm!"

But The Master was relentless. He approached, pulling down both their pants. "Let's have a drink," he said, ignoring her feeble resistance, her body betraying her with every buzz of the sonic screwdriver now inserted into her, causing vibrations that made her moan louder, her arousal peaking.

He then thrust into her, his movements fast and relentless, each thrust synchronized with her moans. "Mmh! Mmh! Fuck! What are you doing to me!" Tressa cried out, her body moving on its own accord, overwhelmed by sensation. "My body, my body is moving on its own," she gasped, as The Master grunted with each thrust, "Yes, Tressa, give in to the power of my dick, you are not a young girl anymore."

Her climax was imminent, her voice echoing in the TARDIS, "Fuck, I am gonna cum, am gonna cum, fuck me."

Lifting her up into an upright position, The Master continued his assault, her large breasts bouncing with each movement, her thirst for more evident in her hoarse moans. "Doctor, Doctor, fuck, fuck, I can't... I can't take it anymore... fuck," she pleaded, but The Master was unyielding, "Yes, yes, you can feel it, doctor, the essence of a Time Lord flowing through my dick."

As he released inside her, Tressa experienced an ecstasy beyond anything she had known, her skin rejuvenating, her thirst quenched, her eyes glowing gold in utter rapture. "What... what is this feeling?" she managed to ask amidst her ecstasy.

"It's a small part of my Time Lord essence," The Master replied, as she continued to ride him, her body craving more. "Give it, give it to me, I need more, I need more," she begged.

"Call me your master, and you shall receive my service," he instructed, and she obliged, her moans and the rhythm of her body driving them both further into this cosmic union, her body taking in more of The Master's essence, her senses overwhelmed in a dance of pleasure and power.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Master, more, more!" she cried out, her voice a mix of desperation and delight. "Please, don't stop, I need it, I need you!" Her moans grew louder, each one punctuated by the rhythm of their bodies. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes, give it to me!" Her voice echoed through the TARDIS, a symphony of pleasure reaching new heights. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, I'm yours, Master, all yours!"