The DOCTOR WHO fucks

The Doctor, a mischievous glint in his eye, sat at the dinner table. Invited by an old friend, he'd maintained a pleasant conversation while his mind wandered. His gaze drifted to the friend's wife, a stunning woman with a spark in her eyes. Reaching beneath the table, he activated his sonic screwdriver, a subtle hum filling the air.

Unaware of the Doctor's intentions, the woman began to feel a strange sensation. A warmth spread through her body, a tingling that sent shivers down her spine. Her breath quickened, and her heart raced. She glanced at the Doctor, her eyes meeting his.

A knowing smile played on his lips, and she realized she was caught in a game she didn't fully understand.As the night wore on, the woman's desire intensified. Excusing herself, she rushed to the bathroom to quell the overwhelming feelings. The Doctor watched her go, a satisfied smirk on his face. He had once again ignited passion and desire with his unique abilities, a power both thrilling and dangerous.The couple slept soundly, their breaths rhythmic in the quiet night. Unbeknownst to them, a silent intruder entered their bedroom. Cloaked in the dim light, the Doctor moved with the grace of a shadow. He activated his sonic screwdriver, its soft hum barely audible above the gentle snores.With a precise flick of his wrist, he aimed the device at the sleeping woman. A shimmering portal opened, drawing her into the TARDIS. The Doctor followed, vanishing into the same portal.The woman awoke with a start, her heart pounding. She found herself on the cold, metallic floor of the TARDIS, disoriented and confused. As she sat up, a strange tingling sensation spread through her body. The Doctor, standing nearby, raised his sonic screwdriver. Her eyes widened as a surge of intense arousal washed over her."Meredith," the Doctor's voice, low and seductive, echoed in the console room. "I've always wanted you." His gaze, intense and unwavering, was fixed upon her.Meredith, caught in the throes of a strange, intense desire, stammered, "But... but I'm married."Undeterred, the Doctor increased the intensity of the sonic screwdriver's beam, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Meredith let out a moan, her body arching involuntarily. "I know," the Doctor replied, a knowing smirk on his face.The Doctor leaned in, his lips mere inches from hers.

Meredith, however, pleaded, "No, no, please don't." Her resistance, though, was futile against his relentless pursuit."Do not resist what your biology has programmed you to do," he declared, his tone authoritative. With a swift, forceful movement, he began to undress her, his rough touch igniting a fire within her. He positioned her on her hands and knees, his large, imposing figure looming over her. With a single, powerful thrust, he penetrated her, his length filling her completely.Meredith's mind raced. "What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way?" she thought, her inner turmoil at odds with the physical pleasure she was experiencing. The Doctor, sensing her growing arousal, began to thrust with increasing intensity. Meredith's inhibitions melted away, replaced by a primal desire."Ohh! Ohh! Oh!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy.

The Doctor grinned. "I see you're enjoying yourself now," he murmured. He flipped her over, taking control of the rhythm. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance of passion and domination. As the climax neared, their movements became frenzied, their cries filling the air. Finally, they reached the peak, their bodies trembling in unison.Meredith sat at her desk, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night. Was it a dream, a nightmare perhaps? She shook her head, trying to dispel the disturbing thoughts.A coworker, Sarah, approached her cubicle. "You won't believe where I saw Mr. Johnson last night," Sarah began, her voice filled with excitement."Where?" Meredith asked, her attention momentarily diverted."A strip club!" Sarah exclaimed.Meredith's heart skipped a beat.

A wave of arousal washed over her. "Oh! No," she stammered, her voice barely audible."Oh, yes," Sarah replied, oblivious to Meredith's inner turmoil. "It was wild."Meredith, unable to contain her growing arousal, excused herself and rushed to the bathroom, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.As Meredith was washing her face, the Doctor materialized behind her. He reached out and touched her breasts over her shirt. She gasped in surprise. "Doctor, where did you come from?" she asked, her voice filled with fear and desire."I missed you," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "I want you." With that, he slipped his hand under her shirt, his fingers tracing the contours of her breasts.Meredith let out a moan, her body arching involuntarily. "Please, not here," she pleaded. "Someone could walk in."The Doctor smiled knowingly. "Of course," he said. With a flick of his wrist, he activated his sonic screwdriver, and a shimmering portal opened. In an instant, Meredith was pulled through, disappearing into the TARDIS.The Doctor followed her into the TARDIS. With a flick of his sonic screwdriver, Meredith began to involuntarily squirt, wetting the floor. "Oh! Fuck me, what the hell are you doing to me?" she cried, pulling up her pants to prevent further wetting. The Doctor approached her, picked her up, and began to thrust into her uncontrollably.

The Doctor thrust harder and faster, his movements growing more frantic. Meredith's body arched, her cries of ecstasy filling the TARDIS. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The world around them seemed to fade away as they were consumed by the intensity of the moment.Finally, they reached their peak, a wave of pleasure washing over them. They collapsed onto the TARDIS floor, panting heavily. Meredith's body was limp, her eyes glazed over. The Doctor smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction."That was... incredible," he murmured, his voice barely audible.Meredith nodded weakly, her body still trembling. She was exhausted, but a strange sense of contentment filled her. She had never experienced anything like it before.The Doctor stood up and helped Meredith to her feet. He handed her a tissue. "Clean yourself up," he said.Meredith nodded and wiped herself clean. She felt a sense of shame, but also a strange sense of excitement. She had just experienced something taboo, something forbidden.The Doctor watched her, a knowing smile on his face. "You'll thank me for this later," he said. Then, with a flick of his sonic screwdriver, he dematerialized her back to the office bathroom.