DOCTOR WHO fucks

The first light of dawn crept through the windows of Gamma Glitteris, casting a soft, golden glow over the aftermath of an unprecedented night. The room was a mess, but not from chaos - it was a testament to passion and ecstasy. Pajamas lay discarded like autumn leaves, the air still heavy with the lingering scent of arousal. Tressa sat amidst the disarray, her eyes glazed with the remnants of pleasure, a flush of satisfaction painting her cheeks as she savored the night's events.

The sorority sisters, once known for their laughter and light-hearted banter, now exchanged knowing glances, their movements slow and languid, basking in the afterglow. Sister Celine, usually the epitome of composure, wore a rare, satisfied smile, her hair tousled in a way that was a stark contrast to her typically neat appearance.

Tressa's mind was a whirlpool of desire, any guilt for inviting the Master into this sacred space washed away by waves of pleasure. She felt a strange pride, having unleashed this wild night upon her sisters. She hugged her knees, not from shame but from the delicious memories that made her heart race.

Outside, the TARDIS stood silent, its owner inside, still feeling the thrill of control and pleasure. The Master paced, his mind momentarily free from the drums, reveling in the power he had wielded. His actions, though dark, had brought him a peace he'd rarely known, the relief from his eternal torment intoxicating.

Cuddy approached Tressa, her voice a sultry whisper, "Tres, last night was... something else."

Tressa looked up, her eyes meeting Cuddy's, seeing the same lust reflected there. "I know," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "He was... unexpected."

Cuddy leaned in closer, her breath warm against Tressa's ear, "We should thank him."

Tressa nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Let's see if we can persuade him for an encore."

In the TARDIS, the Master was confronted by his reflection, seeing not the torment but the face of a man who had indulged in his darkest desires. There was a smirk on his face, the drums silent, replaced by the echoes of moans and cries of pleasure.

Tressa and Cuddy, along with a few other sisters eager for more, decided to pursue this new thrill.

With a plan for more pleasure forming, Tressa stepped outside, her steps confident, her body still tingling from the previous night's activities. She approached the TARDIS, not with fear but with anticipation. She knocked on the door, her hand steady, her pulse quickening not from danger but from desire.

The door opened, and the Master stood there, his look of surprise swiftly morphing into a smirk. "Tressa," he said, his voice dripping with the promise of more.

"We need more," Tressa said, her voice a blend of command and seduction. "You've awakened something in us. Something we can't understand."

The Master stepped back, inviting her in with a welcoming gesture. The TARDIS's hum now sang a seductive melody as Tressa entered, knowing she was stepping into a den of delight.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sex and anticipation. Tressa began, her voice low and sultry, "You think you control everything, but last night, you controlled us, and we loved it. Teach us more."

The Master's facade cracked, this time from the rush of being desired, his eyes lighting up with a predatory gleam. "And what would you have me teach you, Tressa?" he asked, his tone playful yet seductive.

"Everything," she responded, her voice a whisper of lust. "Show us how to embrace this... this freedom."

The Master pulled down his lever, "Okay, you dirty girl, but first, we have to take a trip." And with that, the TARDIS started dematerializing.

Inside the TARDIS, Tressa's eyes shone with a mischievous, almost slutty excitement. "Where are we going now?" she asked, her voice tinged with anticipation.

The Master responded with a cryptic smile, "Oh, you will see." The TARDIS then shuddered to a halt with a suddenness that felt almost abrupt.

"That was fast. Where are we?" Tressa questioned, her curiosity piqued. The Master gestured for her to open the door.

She pulled it open, and a gust of cold, wet wind greeted her. She stepped out into the familiar yet unexpected scene of her parents' suburban home in Manchester. It was night, the kind where rain pelts down with relentless vigor, turning the front yard into a mosaic of puddles under the dim glow of the streetlights. The house, a cozy two-story with a welcoming porch, looked exactly as she remembered, except now draped in the cloak of a heavy downpour.

Tressa's face transitioned from excitement to worry as she glanced back at the TARDIS, murmuring, "No, no."

Just then, the house door creaked open, and her father, Jim, emerged, an umbrella shielding him from the rain. "Doctor, is that you?" he called out, moving closer. His eyes then fell upon his daughter, widening in surprise. "Tres, Tressa, what are you doing here? You came with—"

Before he could finish, the Master stepped out beside Tressa, the rain glistening on his coat.

Jim, momentarily confused, addressed him, "Doctor, what are you doing here? It's been a long time... 4 years, I think. But I suppose that's nothing for you."

The Master, tapping into the memories of the Doctor inside him, offered a smirk and replied with a playful, "Timey-wimey, wibbly wobbly." Jim, still processing the unexpected reunion, opened his arms wide, pulling Tressa into a warm, protective hug despite the rain. His umbrella tilted, offering some cover over both of them. "Come on, let's get out of this rain," he urged, his voice filled with a mix of joy and concern.

He glanced at the Master, then back at his daughter, the questions clear in his eyes but held back for the moment. "You both should come inside," he said, gesturing towards the open door of the house, "We've got plenty of catching up to do."

With one arm still around Tressa, guiding her under the umbrella, they made their way to the porch. The Master followed, his boots squelching in the wet grass. As they stepped inside, the warmth of the house enveloped them, the familiar smell of home - a mix of old books and the faint hint of wood polish - immediately soothing Tressa's nerves.

Jim closed the door behind them, shaking off the rain from his coat. "Let's get you two something dry to wear, and maybe some tea?" he suggested, his tone now one of a host, trying to bridge the gap between the shock of seeing his daughter unexpectedly and the surreal presence of the Master

In the kitchen, Meredith was busy, her knife moving swiftly across an onion, the sharp scent mingling with the aroma of cooking. The unexpected sound of the front door and voices made her jump, the knife slipping dangerously close to her finger. She looked up in shock as Tressa, the Master, and Jim entered. "Tress, M-Doctor, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and delight, quickly setting down the knife to embrace her soaking wet daughter.

"I thought we weren't supposed to see you until Christmas," Meredith said, her eyes searching Tressa's face for answers.

Before Tressa could respond, the Master interjected smoothly, "Well, I was fighting Sontarans in the Big Apple, and I came across this young archaeologist here," he gestured towards Tressa with a theatrical flourish, "and we said, let's surprise Mom and Dad."

Meredith's gaze shifted between her daughter and the Master, trying to read the situation, her motherly intuition on high alert.

Jim, meanwhile, was handing out mugs of steaming tea, his face breaking into a grin at the mention of Sontarans. "Oh! Those potato heads, they never know when to stop," he chuckled, then added with genuine warmth, "But I'm glad they brought you here, with my daughter."

Meredith asked her daughter, "What were you doing in New York?" Tressa, catching her mother's stern look, replied nervously, "I, I was doing a field assignment at the Museum of the City of New York."

Jim, intrigued, chimed in, "Oh! Interesting, are New Yorkers as rude as they say?" The Master, sipping his tea, remained silent. Tressa chuckled, trying to ease the tension, "They are as rude as a United fan who just lost a game."

Meredith and Jim laughed, breaking the tension momentarily. Jim's phone rang, and he excused himself, "Sorry, I have to take this," before heading to his bedroom as the rain continued to pour outside.

In the kitchen, Meredith resumed cooking while the Master sat back, his eyes closed, one leg crossed over the other in a relaxed pose. Suddenly, he whispered in a suggestive, lustful tone, "Did you miss me?" Meredith looked shocked, and Tressa was visibly confused, wondering if he was addressing her mother.

The Master stood, moving towards Meredith at the counter. "I left you for 4 years, with you having one constant dream every night, me pounding your tight pussy," he said, his voice dripping with inappropriate desire.

Tressa was stunned by his vulgar words. As he approached, Meredith, feeling the weight of the situation, whispered, "No, no, please, not in front of!" Ignoring her plea, the Master raised her gown, revealing her already wet underwear, her arousal evident. "Would you look at that," he murmured before diving between her legs, sucking on her clit, tasting her juices with a lewd slurping sound.

Meredith covered her face, her voice a plea, "Ah! Tressa, Tress, Don't look!" Tressa looked completely in shock. The Master then flicked his sonic screwdriver, and an intense wave of arousal hit Meredith, causing her to squirt, bending over the counter, moaning loudly, "Ah! Ah! Um!" trying to stifle her cries so Jim wouldn't hear. Tressa, caught in the sonic wave, began moaning as well, her nipples hardening under her shirt, her pussy throbbing with unwanted desire.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Jim ended his call, "Okay, I'll see you in your office, bye-bye," unaware of the scene unfolding below. As he came down the stairs, the soft sounds grew louder and louder.

Upon reaching the bottom, he was confronted with a scene he could hardly comprehend: Meredith, in just her bra, bent over the kitchen counter, her breasts bouncing with each hard thrust from the Master's cock. On the couch, Tressa was completely naked, her legs spread wide, riding a mirage clone of the Master, her moans mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin, both lost in their ecstasy,.

Jim, his face contorted in complete shock, screamed, "Tressa, Meredith, Doctor, what the hell are you doing?" Meredith, her voice breaking through moans, tried to explain between gasps, "Ah! Ah! Ah! ummm. Honey, honey, this, THIS is not what it looks like, please don't look!" Her words were punctuated by the Master's relentless pounding, his grunts heavy and animalistic, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy.

In a burst of fury, Jim scrambled to a secret drawer in the cupboard, retrieving a gun. But before he could even point it, the Master's sonic screwdriver sent a beam that froze him from the neck down, his body rigid like a statue.

The Master then maneuvered Meredith into the "stand and deliver" position, her legs spread wide, her ass pushed back, her pussy on full display for Jim, her face buried in her hands in an attempt to hide her shame. The Master, with a mocking tone, taunted, "Oh! Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, you clueless cuck." His cock was still buried deep inside her, each movement causing her to quiver.

Jim, his voice a mix of terror, confusion, and despair, pleaded, "Doctor, why? WHY are you doing this? You can't, you can't be the Doctor. Leave my wife and daughter alone, PLEASE!"

Tressa, on the couch, was lost in her own forced pleasure, her moans crescending, "Daddy, please don't look... I am cumming, I am cumming," her body arching back, her pussy clenching around the clone's cock, her breaths coming in heavy pants.

The Master then shifted his attention back to Meredith, bending her over to touch her toes, her ass high in the air, her pussy glistening with arousal. He continued to thrust, each penetration deep and forceful, her large tits swinging with each impact, her moans a mix of shame and pleasure, "Ah! Ah! Give it to me, Give it to me, Yes, Yes, Yes. Give it to Me MASTER!" The word 'MASTER' hit Jim like a bolt, his eyes snapping open in horror.

With a final, guttural grunt, the Master came inside her, his cum flooding her womb, her eyes glowing gold in the throes of complete otherworldly euphoria, her body trembling as if electrified and rejuvenated.

As both Meredith and Tressa moaned in the throes of their ecstasy, the Master declared, "Jim, say goodbye to your wife and child. They are mine now." Jim, tears streaming down his face, watched helplessly as Meredith, the Master, and Tressa dematerialized, their moans fading into the ether, leaving behind the chilling soft sounds of the rainfall.