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Untitled Master,Lucy, Martha Drabbles	By : shaydshanidepp Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 3085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An: A big shout out to Turkaholic for recomending the song that loosely inspired this particular drabble. Supremacy by Muse If you happen to note a connection between this chapter and the one before it. I'll give you a chocolate cover Mr. Simm dressed as the Master! Ok well half covered because who can resist the chocolate (wink). And finally this lowly author who just happens to be suffering a hormonal imbalance this week admits to waking up from a similaar dream after listening to this song and too much chocolate.
She was his very undoing. She would swallow him whole with the bat of one eye and she wouldn't look back. She was his Master.
Martha Jones was a very curious curiosity. She was driving him to obsession all over her. Of course she didn't know that now with him visiting her in her past. A living breathing complexity that kept haunting him since his trip to the hospital. He had a slight fall in his closet which resulted in him hitting his head and bleeding on his crispy clean new white shirt. Pain in his ass but faithful little Lucy was around and had him ushered to the hospital after a quick slap which resulted in a cut lip. She would pay for her little love tap later but for now the problem at hand.
But back to the ever so mysterious Miss Martha Jones.
She was currently sporting a very tight black leather mini skirt outfit and dark dramatic makeup. Grinding and gyrating away to some hot sexy rock song he couldn't focus on the lyrics but damn if the music didn't get him. The club had been his suggestion at least he thought it was. BDSM he thought he could throw her off and rule her in ways she never thought possible but she proved to be a little too comfortable in this world. He did a little twirl and led her off into a private room. She slammed him against the wall grinding hard against him with the wail of the guitar.
The song echoed in his head on a very basic and simplified understanding of the song he could apply this to what she was doing to him now. Right? She was trying to destroy him. He couldn't remember falling onto the bed but he was angry and his manhood was throbbing hard aching to be freed.
She circled him in that tight ass mini skirt with her sheer tit exposing top smirking at him. He could barely take her all in early losing his control when he saw she was wearing the black six inch high stilettos that he purchased in Paris in 2016 for his fiance Lucy. She crawled on the bed like a panther slowly searching for any signs that he might flee. Like some idiot prey animal he watched in frozen fascination as she came towards him parting his thighs open with her knee. She stroked him through his now irritating and highly uncomfortable black leather pants. She produced a silk and leather handled cat of nine tails then a curious assortment of vibrating things some with clamps. “Who are you going to use those accessories on?” He raised an eyebrow hoping she wouldn't notice he was so turned on by the idea.
He was badly mistaken.
Applying this that and the other he was lost in a world of pain and pleasure as she rode him hard grinding her sweet pussy onto him. He bucked like crazy body twitching involuntarily due to those damn vibrators on his nipples. At some point in time she hand cuffed him and shackled his legs and his mind began to scream out at him. He came out of his pleasure haze with a hard slap trying to break free of her hold. How could a human take control of him? How could he allow the little beast to do it? The little bitch looked down on him her face etched in pleasure. Leaning back grabbing the area somewhere between his knees and his ankles she widened her legs giving him the perfect show. She looked down between them then back up at him then down again pumping her flexible body.
He refused to look at first but refusing to look down there meant he stared at her bouncing boobs and the sweat that ran down between them. When she began to wind herself down onto him instead just pumping he gave a quick glance. He he stole another glance he saw he stroking what he knew to be the human clitoris and found it fascinatingly amazing this little tiny bundle of flesh and nerves could make her feel. Fuck it! Make him feel as she squeezed him forcefully. When she shut her eyes he got a good look and he couldn't take his eyes off it. His wonderfully small cock was disappearing inside this little thing. Gods it felt so fucking good!
Her walls squeezed him firmly and she let out a low keening moan with her eyes rolling. He gave a few experimental thrusts and he was rewarded with more of the sound. She stared into his eyes and he was lost the look she gave him was one he had never seen before. He wanted a new position seeming to sense this she freed him from his restraints then got on her hands and knees. Not one to question this sex so far he entered her from behind thrusting in deeply then pulling back out. “Deeper!” She shouted at him and he responded maybe a bit too forcefully as he watched her body jump up sharply in response. “More.” He did it again unable to control the responses coming from his body in return. “Take it. Oh yeah! Take it Master! Take it. Oooh fuck it's yours! Fuck this pussy! It's all yours.” He stroked her clit and she let out another low moan that ended high pitched and he felt a sensation he hadn't felt in ages flood his lower regions and rush up his cock.
It forced him against her cervix and flowed out of him in a shockingly fast pace equally as shocking squirting back at him out of her. He hated the fact Time Lords produced so much cum. He might as well been as horse or a prized Killer Whale blowing his load after fucking Martha the way it shot out of her. They lay together in a tangled heap breathing heavily. He couldn't help but think about how he wanted to do this again and again. How good it felt. He might enjoy doing it with Lucy now that he knew how mind blowingly awesome it is. “How can humans get such pleasure from such a small cock?” Martha stared at him then he realized he must have said it out loud instead of thinking it. “That's a small cock where you come from Mr. Alien?” God he was massive! He had to be twelve or eleven inches and at least an inch and a half wide close to two. She was the first to move getting into the showers where she was touching herself catching those wonderful little after shocks.
When she came out she was amazed at not how quickly he dressed himself but how immaculately pressed he looked. She went to the wall and opened a panel popping out a dvd. “Is that the only copy?” “Yeah but I can make you a copy if you want?” “I'll take just the one thank you.” His tone had changed and it scared her but she refused to let it show. Turning her back to him she dressed quickly ignoring him while he ranted about people. “Well then you must be a man with something to hide. What you don't want your late night bondage fuck making the papers in the morning. Yeah I hear talk about your ambitions Mr. Saxon.” She threw the dvd square at his head and was rewarded with a nice bonus of it hitting him in the eye.
“What happened to do no harm?” He frowned as she treated him with such a coldness he'd never seen in humans. “I wish you could just erase my memories of ever being with you tonight!” She spat not even looking at what he was doing. “That Martha Jones can be arranged.”
He lay her down carefully on her bed. The neighbors looked at him strangely carrying her but on look from him they didn't say a word. “It's a shame you won't remember this now Martha but we'll have some fun times in the future. And in the very far future we'll have kids and they'll have children and so on and so on. Just you wait we'll meet again soon.”
Many many months, a marriage and disgraced Prime Minister later he locked the door to his office on the Valiant and hit the desk hard with his fists a drawer popped open. Inside was a disc a disc he had not seen a life time ago. He plopped down in his chair put it in his dvd player and began strip naked stroking himself. He finally remembered why he had a pair of black six inch high stilettos in his closet not Lucy's.
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