The DOCTOR WHO fucks

The night air hung heavy with the defeated sighs of a nation. Wembley Stadium, a beacon of hope for England, now cast a somber glow. Italian fans, draped in their blue jerseys, reveled in their victory, their chants echoing through the still night.

A dejected English fan, face flushed with a mix of disappointment and alcohol, was being interviewed.

"We should've won that! We should've won that!" he slurred, his voice rising in frustration. "Bloody Italians! They cheated, I tell you, THEY CHEATED!"

Suddenly, the celebratory atmosphere was shattered. A chilling, metallic sound cut through the air. The rhythmic clanking of countless metal limbs echoed through the stadium. The Cybermen, those emotionless, metallic warriors, had arrived.

Panic erupted. Screams pierced the night as the Cybermen, with their soulless red eyes, began their relentless pursuit. The once-jubilant crowd turned into a stampede of terror.

Inside the stadium, a family wearing English Jerseys—Meredith, her husband Jim, and their young daughter, Tressa—sought refuge in a nearby restaurant. Meredith urged Tressa to finish her meal quickly.

"Eat quickly, now," she whispered,.

Jim, a tall, lanky man, shook his head. "I can't believe we took a train for this. The Blocks were just not into it today."

Before he could finish his sentence, the unmistakable sound of metallic footsteps echoed down the hallway. The Cybermen had found them.

"Inferior species," a cold, robotic voice declared, "Enough with your biological consumptions. We have come to free you from your biological imprisonment."

Chaos ensued. People screamed and ran, but the Cybermen were relentless. Jim, realizing the gravity of the situation, pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"The Doctor," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the din.

The Cybermen, meanwhile, began their grim task. They approached a terrified Italian couple, their metallic hands reaching out. The Italian man pleaded, "Per favore, no! Abbiamo una famiglia!" (Please, no! We have a family!) But the Cybermen were indifferent.

Just as the Cybermen were about to strike, a humming sound filled the room. The TARDIS materialized, its blue box glowing in the darkness. The Doctor, a wiry man with a mischievous grin, stepped out.

"Did someone call a doctor?" he asked, his voice dripping with irony.

Jim, his face breaking into a wide smile, replied, "No, mate. I called the Doctor."

The Doctor chuckled. "I guess you've got a pesky infection of the Cybermen."

The Cybermen, recognizing their ancient enemy, lunged forward. But with a flick of his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor unleashed an electromagnetic pulse, disabling the Cybermen.

"It's good to see you again, Doctor," Jim said, relief washing over his face. "It's been far too long."

The Doctor smiled. "How far has it been? Sorry, it's one of the downsides of being a Time Lord. No real sense of time, in your terms anyway."

Meredith, still a bit shaken, replied, "It's been four years since..."

"Since the dinner, I remember now," the Doctor interrupted. He turned to Tressa. "And who's this little one?"

"That's our daughter, Tressa," Jim explained.

"Oh, Tressa," the Doctor said, "nice to meet you. I'm the Doctor."

Tressa, unimpressed, crossed her arms. "You're the Doctor Daddy's always talking about? I'm not impressed."

Everyone laughed. The Doctor then used his sonic screwdriver to dematerialize the defeated Cybermen.

"Okay, everyone, let's get you home," he said.

They stepped into the TARDIS, its interior a dazzling array of colors and strange machinery.

"Wow," Meredith exclaimed, feigning surprise, "it's bigger on the inside. How's that possible?"

The Doctor chuckled. "You'll have to forgive me, but I've stopped answering that question."

Tressa, rolling her eyes, said, "It's alright."

As the Doctor pulled the lever to initiate the TARDIS's departure, he said, "As one of my previous incarnations used to say, 'Allons-y!'"

The TARDIS materialized soundlessly in their living room, its blue box humming with energy. The family emerged, blinking in the sudden shift of reality.

"No matter how many times I experience this, it still feels surreal," Jim muttered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

The Doctor, leaning out of the TARDIS, grinned mischievously. "Oh, it's quite the sensation, isn't it?"

"You're not coming in?" Jim asked.

"Not this time," the Doctor replied, his gaze sweeping across the room. "I've got a universe to save. But I'll be back soon, I promise."

He turned to Meredith, a knowing look in his eye. "Meredith,...."

She nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. With a final wink, the Doctor closed the TARDIS door.

The couple was nestled in their bed, fast asleep. Suddenly, a wave of arousal jolted her awake, and she let out a soft moan. Instinctively, she reached over and brushed her hand against her husband's crotch. "Honey, no, not today... England just lost," he mumbled, still half-asleep.

Her arousal continued to build, so she slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her body as she began to touch herself. One hand cupped her full, D-cup breast, while the other found its way between her legs, fingers dancing over her clit.

Just as she was losing herself in the pleasure, a sudden presence startled her. The Doctor materialized behind her, his eyes locked on her naked form. "Doctor, what are you doing here?" she gasped, trying to cover herself.

"You know why I'm here," he replied, stepping closer and reaching for her other breast. He began to suck on it viciously, eliciting a mix of pleasure and fear from her. "Doctor, no, no, he's awake, he's going to hear us!" she moaned.

The Doctor simply smirked, switching his sonic screwdriver to a different setting. In an instant, they dematerialized and rematerialized inside the cold TARDIS. He flipped the screwdriver again, and Meredith felt a sudden, intense orgasm ripple through her body. "Oh! No, Doctor, please stop!" she cried out.

"It's been four years for you, didn't you miss me?" the Doctor asked, ignoring her pleas. He pulled out a small device and held it in front of her. "I've got a present for you," he said, grinning wickedly.

A Cyberman stepped forward, its metallic, eight-inch cock gleaming in the low light. Meredith's eyes widened in terror as the Cyberman reached for her. "No, no, no!" she screamed, struggling against the Doctor's grasp.

"Don't worry, I've removed the consciousness, reprogrammed it, and added a lengthy adjustment," the Doctor assured her, stripping off his clothes. The Cyberman lifted her effortlessly, positioning her above its monstrous cock.

As it began to enter her, she screamed and moaned, tears streaming down her face. The Cyberman's cock started to vibrate, and she found herself moaning harder, her face flushed with pleasure. "Mmmmh! Fuck, mmmmmh! Fuck me, I'm coming, I'm cominggggggg!" she cried out.

The vibrating cock released a torrent of juices, coating her and the Cyberman in a sticky mess. The Doctor watched, his own cock hardening as he took in the sight before him. He stroked himself, never taking his eyes off the scene in front of him.

Finally, he commanded the Cyberman to stop. With a flip of his sonic screwdriver, Meredith's pussy became dry and her arousal vanished. "Tell me, you want this," the Doctor demanded.

"No, I don't want it. Please, just take me home," she whispered, tears still streaming down her face.

"Okay," the Doctor answered, dematerializing her back to her bathroom. She stumbled, clutching her aching, dry pussy, the memory of the Doctor's twisted "gift" forever etched in her mind.