Author's Note: Hey guys. So, I realise that this isn't exactly the Doctor Who update that everyone was expecting from me, and I undoubtedly understand that there will be people expecting a return to Amy and Clara's stories. All In due time. I fully intend to return to those stories but am far too busy at the moment to properly invest the time needed to do so. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to write some Doctor Who smut in the meantime.
So, I'm going to admit that of all the Doctor Who babes that I feel deserve a smutty exploration, I'm kind of interested in the busty milf of a character that is Jackie Tyler. And well… She's pretty sexy in her own unique way and I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that she is one of the most underrated fuckable dames the show has ever presented. And so, today, I am releasing what will probably be a stand-alone story. One-shot kind of thing. I might revisit it if I'm in the mood for it.
I kind of want to recapture the fun spontaneity that I began my smut endeavours with. Whilst I love the long-form stories and the opportunities they provide, sometimes you just want to write something stupid, sexy and entirely without reason. Which come to think of it, perfectly describes Jackie Tyler. Stupid, sexy and without reason. That might be a little harsh, but if she is a beloved character in your mind, turn away now because this story has a very different vision of the buxom blonde.
Now, it may be revealed that I am literally the only one who has this fantasy but fuck it. I'm ill, off my tits on pain medication, and am currently clocking in at twenty-eight hours awake. So, let's write some weird kinky smut about a hot busty slag!
Chapter One: Anything… Or Nothing
"She deserves compensation!" Jackie screeched instinctively, barely turning to face the door way a she heard the front door click shut. Barely had the words left her tongue before she curbed her bitterness, her lips falling softer on her face and her hands sliding down to the loosely tightened stretches of fabric that held her meek and incredibly scant robe in place. It was the morning after all, and who had time for underwear before ten o'clock.
"We're talking millions!" The Doctor beamed, confidently stepping forwards, barely casting the older woman a second look as he peered deeper into the small apartment. Jackie didn't even register the words, her shoulders relaxing. Brushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she rose to her feet, curling her fingers through the folds of her robe and subtly hiking the garment up a little higher, flashing the round curves of her plump thighs, teasing just enough to incite intrigue, but not enough to be reduced to a street-walking slut simply flashing her bits at anyone who walks past. Not that that was an entirely unfair estimation of Jackie Tyler.
"I'm in my dressing gown," she smiled suggestively, her hints being far from subtle, yet almost completely going over the head of the nonchalant stranger. It wasn't the first time a stranger had walked into her flat, and from recent memory, she counted those experiences as incredibly fortuitous. After all, if you're going to get a handy-man, might as well get a good and proper one. With reliable hands and work temperament.
"Yes, you are," the Doctor said nonchalantly, glancing briefly towards her and ignoring her moving suggestive hands and the wry salacious smirk on her face. Her fingers hooked into the top of her robe, gently tugging the fabric open, revealing the centre of her chest, and the fringes of her bountiful cleavage. Making sure that she showed nothing more, she angled herself towards the stranger, turning to the side slightly so that if the man wanted, he could see beneath the folds of her gown. She retained the reserved and suggestive nature, whilst subtly hinting at the goods. Whilst she hated the implication, the simple fact that such a devious and provocative play was natural and, almost instinctive, spoke volumes about the mature Mrs Tyler.
"There's a strange man in my bedroom," she smirked, a little more suggestively, cocking her hip and lowering her gaze a little lower, flirty with her gaze. He wasn't bad looking. A little plain by her tastes, but she would hardly turn her nose up at the opportunities that walked through her door. The Doctor's gaze slipped lower, simply by accident, the hint of a nipple winking from beneath the pink robe. A little startled, he didn't show it, instead returning the gaze, and returning the sentiment rather coyly.
"Yes, there is," the Doctor smiled, the inflection on his voice a little misleading in Jackie's eyes. That drawl was enough for her to pounce and were she a little more forwards she would have. But instead, she continued the flirting battle, her hands unthreading the robe belt that held the garment in place. Keeping the robe drawn across her body, she let the ties fall to her side, the woman hiding her modesty with only a hand. All she had to do was drop her hand, and the bunched robe would sway open and her mature splendour would be exposed. Candidly, she waited, confident in having caught her prey.
"Well, anything could happen…" Jackie suggested promiscuously, throwing subtly to the wind. Her grip on her robe slackened slightly, the folds of the garment peeling away just enough to give the stranger an unwitting glimpse at her belly, and more importantly, the neatly trimmed and elegantly shaven fringes of her crotch, a few well-placed hairs bristling from behind her hand. This wasn't what elicited the response from the stranger, in fact, there was never going to be a world in which a different response ever rolled from his lips.
"Erm… No…" He smiled politely, turning and disappearing into the apartment, leaving Jackie with a twinge between her legs, rapidly stiffening nipples, and a whole wealth of fantasies that would go unlived. Screwing her nose up at the man, she slammed the door, losing the drive to adhere to the sexy act. Her hand dropped from her robe and the silk fell open, exposing her modesty in all its experienced glory. There was no way to eloquently put it, other than Jackie Tyler was… decidedly chubby. Though, to her credit, she made it work. Through creative uses of underwear, and salacious combinations of lingerie, she made herself look simply divine, turning her heavy set figure into something truly delectable. And that wasn't to say she was horrid without the added flair. Her plump breasts were round and full, bouncing and jiggling in their perfection. She was lucky that they hadn't begun to droop entirely, allowing her to retain some degree of appeal for her tits.
However, the woman's true asset was her round arse. She was prone to a few tactical squats, but that was simply to keep it from drooping. Her gloriously fat ass was somewhat of a treat, with her round globe-like cheeks, hiding away her tight and delicious holds. Her skin was without blemish, and her delightful rear was only accentuated by her choices of clothing. Either short skirts, or tight jeans, all designed to frame her delectable derriere in the most alluring way. Not to mention, her favourite thongs were ultimately enveloped by her bouncing cheeks, the thin g-strings swallowed and devoured by her sweet arse.
And between her thighs, lay her pride and joy. The source of her delight and something she truly treasured. Despite years of diligent use, her tight little pussy remained a heavenly thing to be balls deep in. Her slick and glossy folds were a treat, and whilst the rumours around the apartment complex were that she was a little bit of a cock-hungry slag, even those who would condemn her as being to much of a horny mum next door couldn't deny the sumptuous sweetness of her pussy. Whether it was hammering away for hours on end, or being submerged between those plump and meaty thighs, smothering in her tight cunt, her pussy was something special.
"Bloody tease… Walking in here, standing in the doorway? What else was he gonna do? Christ, it's as if men don't watch porn these days, walking straight into a situation like that and staring dumbfounded…" Jackie growled, turning to her curtains and tugging them over, plunging the room into darkness. Tossing her robe to one side, she hooked her nipples in between her fingers, breathing softly as gently tremors of pleasure shook through her body. Her tits were always a little sensitive, especially the nipple. The left one more than the right. A fact that she was a little ashamed she had noticed, but again, her sexual proclivity meant that these things became incredibly noticeable.
Reclining on the bed, she sank into the soft pillows, prying her legs apart and instantly threading her fingers through her folds, feeling her juices coating her digits as she gently teased herself. Running circles across her clit, she moaned, coaxing a deeper and more intimate groan from her body. Even as the beginnings of her orgasm began to build in her stomach, she knew that there was a lot more to getting her off than a few clumsy tickles around her clit. Biting her lip, she looked to the door, half expecting to see the strange man hanging on the doorway, ogling and watching her as she played with herself. That was always a popular fantasy of hers, and one she tried to orchestrate on several occasions, but never to the raw and carnal pleasure that she wanted.
In her mind, the Doctor was watching from the door way, his eyes not latched between her thighs, but instead watching her lips as she swallowed her bottom lip, biting down to stop a meek and pleasured squeak from coming to her lips. She could see the bulge in the man's pants, her eyes instantly drifting down there, her mouth salivating at the meaty surprise that was hidden away. As she dipped a finger down to her entrance, gently prying her folds apart enough to ease the tip of her digit inside herself, she watched with eager eyes as her fantasy voyeurs cock began to inflate even more. The rather stout and sizable bulge behind those jeans inched down his thigh, pressing and throbbing, begging for a more experienced touch.
Her fantasy continued, the older woman indulging in a second finger as the stranger entered her bedroom, closing the already closed door behind him. He didn't move towards her. He didn't even start to strip. Instead, he slid down into the chair beside her bed, watching her face as she contorted in pleasure, her breath becoming hollow. Soon enough, a third finger slips inside herself, Jackie unable to kid herself any longer into believing that two was plenty. Finally, she began to feel the pressure in her pussy, her hole fighting back against her fingers as they plunged in and out of her, stretching her slowly and softly. Just enough for a twinge of pain to ripple amidst the glorious building pleasure. Grinning madly as she indulged her fantasy, she put on as erotic a show as possible, angling her crotch towards the empty chair, thrusting herself forwards and writhing under the simple touch that she was inflicting on herself. It was sensational.
The stranger continued to watch but wanted more. With a salacious and devilish grin on her face, Jackie lifted her legs a little more, shifting her position ever so slightly. Her fingers left her pussy and trailed along her belly, leaving a glossy shimmer of her sweet juices as she guided her fingers to her lips. Suckling softly on her digits, she savoured the taste of her pussy, groaning instinctively as the sweet taste hit her tongue. Moaning, she made sure to lick every small bead of her own quim from her fingers, replacing the slickness with saliva. Plucking the three fingers from her lips, she held them together, each of them shimmering and glossy with her own spittle. And in an attempt to court the imaginary fantasy, she lowered them once again between her legs, the fingers tips dancing nimbly across her slick, juicy cunt as she travelled lower.
The Doctor's eyes widened as she slipped lower, travelling between the curvaceous cheeks of her arse, her bum crack glistening from the beads of arousal that rolled down from her pussy. Without hesitation, Jackie pressed all three fingers against her tight puckered arse, consuming herself in her fantasy as she offered the strange man In the leather jacket a salacious wink. It required at little wriggling to open herself up enough, but soon enough, the tip of her middle finger pierced her arse, the familiar twinge of painful pleasure bursting through her body before mellowing out into the supple anal delight that she craved. As soon as that first finger pierced her hole, she opened up, the two other fingers slipping inside as if it were her pussy. Not slowing down, she bit her lip and sank her fingers inside herself, all the way up to the knuckle, groaning happily as she filled her plump bum with several pleasurable digits. Yet, for all the delicate manoeuvres and tricks her fingers could play, there was nothing more that the slutty mum next door craved, than a thick, meaty cock. Her fingers could orchestrate the most powerful, soul-shredding orgasm imaginable, but that was nothing compared to the rigid, veiny thrust of a proper, trusty cock.
Her fantasy progressed, with the Doctor rising from his chair and walking to the side of the bed, standing over the horny mum and subtly puffing his crotch out towards her. She could almost see the veins through his jeans, with every inch of his hidden cock throbbing and pulsating from behind the fabric. He leant forwards just enough for his crotch to be level with Jackie's mouth. Leaning forwards a little, she breathed along his bulge, pushing her tongue out just enough to tease. Leaning forwards, she planted her lips on his jeans, and stumbled forwards, snapping out of her fantasy and looking up at nothing but thin air. The excitement she had felt for a gorgeous slab of man meat led to disappointment, forcing Jackie to flop back onto the bed and groan.
"Bloody tease… Parades in here chasing Rose like a bloody dog. Has no care for the more demure ladies going," Jackie growled annoyedly. She had no problem with her daughter and what used to be a constant parade of young boys, until she finally settled on Micky. Jackie was hardly in the place to judge, and whilst Rose was far more reserved and less… forceful, Jackie relished the constant stream of young meat. After all, most of the boys she brought back were tenuously done, and what is family for if not a little sharing. Never together mind you. But there is nothing wrong with ambushing a prospective young lad as he snuck for the door, offering a more engrossing round two. And then she went and settled on Micky, and Jackie had to get creative.
She had of course been curious about Micky. For all her sexual experimentation, Jackie had never gone black and with a prime candidate fumbling around with her daughter, who would she be if she didn't try to take advantage. A few callous dropping of robes and flashing of her plump assets wasn't enough. She did sneak a few glimpses of the man in the shower and was nothing if not impressed. But, now Rose parades in with an older man who is a part of the 'investigation'. Bollocks.
Leaning over to her nightstand, she pulled the drawer open and pulled out a rather sturdy nine-inch dildo, a rather new purchase on Jackie's part. Lifting it to her lips, she moaned, sliding her throat down the plastic length, her fantasy returning to her. The taste wasn't as good as the real thing, but having a the thick rigid length plunging into her throat gave her the quivering sensation between her thighs that she craved. And as she closed her eyes, she envisioned the stranger, knelt on the bed beside her, softly moaning as she slid her lips up and down his length, lavishing it with her tongue. Saliva began to dribble down her chin as she continued her sloppy blowjob, twisting and writhing her tongue along his shaft, her famous lips being capable of true magic when they got to work. It was a shame that they were being wasted on a piece of plastic.
Not that she would have any trouble in finding a willing cock to gag and splutter around. A woman like Jackie never had trouble finding someone to bed. With a little effort and salacious persuasion, she could wriggle her tongue around anyone's trouser snake. The trouble was finding someone worthwhile. She remembered numerous evenings of premature men, or those who's cocks would barely register between her thighs. Not that she was a size queen, but you have to have something to work with in her mind. In saying that, she had found her favourites. The particular boy-toys on speed-dial. A quick word, a bottle of wine and she'll have as much meat as she can gorge on. And whilst she had her desires on tap, that was not what caused Jackie to quiver and erupt down below. It was the thrill of the chase, the claiming of someone new.
She enjoyed clubs simply for the carnal simplicity of it all. All she had to do was dance for a while, make eye contact with someone, place a few tactical gropes and decide whether it was worth going home with. If not, a tactical trip to the bathroom for a quickie. Slag, slut and whore were often thrown around, but Jackie was a woman of pleasure. And in her age, she sought it with a passion. After all, with her husband gone, she had a wealth of fantasies that need fulfilling and having the reputation of being… forwards helped with bringing those to fruition. Her handyman knew that all too well. What started with a quick and intimate shag, quickly became an exercise in taunting and teasing someone.
Everything needed fixing, and as he came around again and again, her skirts got shorter and shorter. Flashes of red and black underwear quickly progressed into none at all, with the woman readily flashing her arsehole to the man as she bent over to point something out. And then, she abandoned subtly, answered the door naked to him and found her true handy-man. One of her kinkiest blowjobs was with him as he worked away. She lay on her side, casually suckling back and forth, throating and jerking him as he worked, her mouth reduced to a little fuck hole for the man. Still, it made payments a lot cheaper.
Her fantasy sped into action, with Jackie hammering the plastic cock into her throat, the bulbous head pounding the back of her throat. Saliva poured from her mouth and down onto her tits. Pulling her hand away from her asshole, she lifted it to her tits, using the saliva that was dribbling onto her busty chest to coat and lubricate her breasts to a sloppy and sticky shimmer. Finally, she pulled her lips from the fake cock, offering one last kiss to the bulbous tip, imagining that it was slick with pre-cum. Guiding the toy down between her thighs, she nestled the tip against her folds, feeling the building pressure between her thigh, the hint and promise of sublime and concentrated pleasure. Running the head back and forth, she bit her lip, waiting, savouring. And then, with one swift and powerful push, she thrust the entire length of the rigid toy inside her, and… nothing…
It felt nice. Hell, it felt pleasurable. But there was no passion. No lust, no meaning. It was just a fake cock, fucking her because she was horny. There was nothing to crave and to build upon. It was reducing one of the only true loves of her life to a simple triviality. Pushing the toy back and forth inside her for a few moments, she sighed, her fantasy melting around her. She even plucked the toy from her cunt and unashamedly pierced her tighter entrance with it, bringing a louder moan to her lips, but nothing worthy of her unequivocal passion. That was why she hated dildos. Why get a piece of plastic when you have a wealth of the real thing at the door-step? Taking the toy out of herself, she wiped it down with a towel before begrudgingly rolling of the bed. Her orgasm lingered in her core, half built, and unsatisfied, but she felt no urge to claim that orgasm now. She'd call up someone later and have a real cock to sinking into her throat and into herself.
"Mum? I'm going out! I'll be back in twenty minutes! You and the Doctor behave. Don't try to kill him or something," Rose called, gently knocking on the door as Jackie cleaned herself up, wiping herself clean of the arousal and the saliva. However, those words were a godsend. Her pussy thrummed with a new life, a new desire, a new craving. And as the door to the apartment slammed shut, she felt her heart race. She had an opportunity. A proper one. Not some callous half-hearted flirting hidden behind a thin pink veil. No, she had to be bold. Assertive. Sexy. She needed her finest lingerie. No, she didn't have time. She'd just have to speak for herself.
"You alright in there love? Fancy a cup of tea?" Jackie called, gently prying open the door and pulling it aside just enough to see the strange man sat on the sofa, reading through one of their many discarded magazines. He was a peculiar one. Probably some escort with a jacket like that. But if Rose was paying for this, then she and her would have to have serious questions about the value of money.
"I'm alright, thanks," The Doctor responded, enthralled in the meaningless words that were etched on the shiny paper. Taking her chance, Jackie took a step out into the corridor, revelling in the light breeze that hit her exposed and naked body. No matter what happened in her life, she would always adore the freedom that was involved in being naked in her house. Whether she was up against a wall in the kitchen or reclining with her fingers on the sofa. It was incredible.
"Nonsense. What kind of host would I be without fixing you a cuppa?" Jackie smiled, striding confidently and shamelessly into the living room. Walking in front of the Doctor's eye line, she finally caught his attention, his eyes looking up just in time to watch her bend over the coffee table, collecting the mugs and giving the stranger a full unrestricted view of her saliva slickened, gaping asshole. Not overstaying her welcome, she treated this as if it were normal, walking straight over to the kitchen smiling happily as the Doctor's eyes followed her bouncing arse, "How do you take it? Doggy?"
"I'm sorry?" The Doctor asked as Jackie absent-mindedly threw in the last word. Looking up at the Doctor, she gave him a look of confusion, as if he was the one asking the ludicrous question. She made sure to keep herself in the doorway so that he could see her full and naked form, the woman constantly making adjustments to her position to give him a new angle. Coughing, the Doctor apologised, "Sorry. Just a sugar, please. You're… Jackie, right?"
"I am. Always good to be on a first name basis, I find. Makes it easier you know… you know. One sugar?" Jackie chirped, bouncing back and forth across the kitchen, bounding from one foot to the other, her breasts jiggling. Finishing off the two cups of tea, she stirred them once before lifting them both up and walking back into the living room, smirking as the Doctor rose to his feet to meet her, trying his best to avoid staring at the obvious.
"Jackie… I don't want be rude, but I think you have the wrong message. I'm not… I… Could you…" The Doctor stammered, taken aback by her profound and shameless nudity. It wasn't the fact that she was naked per say, but rather the leering nature with which she crooned over him, so explicit in her intentions.
"Oh, sorry. Could you hold these a moment?" Jackie asked, handing the two cups of tea over to the man hurriedly, a little splash of the liquid bouncing out of the cups and hitting the carpet. Before the Doctor could respond, he was balancing the two cups of tea, which seemed to be overly-filled to the extent that the simple act of moving slightly threatened to spill the liquid.
Grinning madly, Jackie threw caution to the wind, planting her hands firmly on the Doctor's chest and sliding them lower and lower. As her hands drew closer to his crotch, she slipped down onto her knees, following her eager hands with her body. The Doctor's eyes widened, finding himself unable to move without spilling the piping hot tea across himself and the naked, horny woman before him. In a unique and utterly baffling way, he was paralysed and at the leering woman's mercy. Which became increasingly distracting as she nimbly and expertly unfastened his belt, his jeans loosening instantly and slipping down his hips.
"Jackie. Stop, I'm not that kind of…" the Doctor began, having his words silenced by her hands fastening themselves to his rapidly hardening cock. Natural instinct fought every sane urge in his body, and as he looked down at the hungry look on Jackie's face, he felt a twinge of fear.
"You're not that kind of man? Dressed in leather, with a buzz cut? You're one earring away from charging by the minute. And if you want to follow my daughter around, well momma's got to make sure things are all A-Okay," Jackie purred, ravenously tugging his boxers down and wrapping her fingers around his surprisingly meaty cock. It wasn't nearly as monstrously big as the one in her brief fantasy, but the weight and girth in her hands made her moan, her clit tingling at the sheer feeling of such warm rich cock in her hands. Sliding her palms up and down, she watched the Doctor fight the urge to moan.
"You've got the wrong impression about me and Rose…" the Doctor began, only to be cut off once more as Jackie spat a mouthful of spit into each of her hands and lathered his cock liberally in the substance, her stunted handjob becoming slippery and leathery, with her hands gliding deliciously across his length, with his entire view framed by her salacious and hungry grin, "And I'm really not into…"
"Into what? Older women? I'm I not good enough? You need some spunky young blonde to get your rocks off? My wrinkled old hands seem to be doing a fine job. Is it because I'm a bit more Rubenesque?" Jackie snapped, taking a little bit of a personal offence to the man's half-finished sentences. Even as she hurled abuse at him, her hands continued to slide up and down, her chest pushing forwards and pressing against his length, her nipple collecting a dribble of pre-cum and becoming glossy.
"No! Of course not! That's really not what I'm saying!" the Doctor explained, a little breathless and frustrated as he shook side to side, spilling a large amount of the tea onto the floor. Expecting a biting bout of abuse, the Doctor was surprised as Jackie leapt from furious to turned on."
"Ain't nothing wrong with a bit of splash. If you could see all the stuff that the carpet's been splashed with, you'd have a heart attack… Let alone If you saw everything I've been splashed with," Jackie winked, not waiting for the Doctor's response before leaping forwards and wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue curled around the throbbing, pulsating mass of purple flesh, savouring the taste of pre-cum that pooled on her tongue, and the musky flavour of his delicious length. At that simple taste of cock, she moaned heartily and with a passion, more pleasure coursing through her bodies than her dildo could ever impart. Her tongue ran circles across his cockhead, collecting every morsel of deliciousness before she adjusted her position and angled her throat down, ready to test her tight little mouth and prove her oral worth.
She started of slowly, easing her plump, perfectly down his length, her tongue hungrily tasting every inch that slipped inside. She felt her gag reflex try to emerge, but she fought it, readily and eagerly swallowing his entire cock until she had lips placed firmly around the base. With none of his cock left to jerk, her hands rested on his thighs, one of them curving up and collecting his balls. The other slid around to his back, pulling his jacket hard and tightening their bodies together, her tits pressed firmly against his legs. Giggling around his length, she grinned madly before pulling slowly backwards and starting to bob her head up and down, filling the room wet with slurps and cock-hungry moans. The Doctor fought the urge to moan, but simply couldn't find the desire, watching Jackie's lips guide back and forth with a strange lust for the woman's happy blowjob.
Jackie favoured the slicker approach, letting her saliva dribble down his length, leaving it slick and shimmering. Beads landed on her chin and she adored it. The messy deepthroat was her favourite, with the older woman savouring the drops that landed on her tits. As she sped up, slamming her head down onto his cock, she felt his cock speed faster, more saliva pouring from her lips and landing on her breasts, eagerly collected and smeared across her boobs in a lustful display of passion. Her mind was not her own. She was simply savouring every inch, adoring the throbbing mass of man-meat that was sliding into her horny little throat. The way it pulsated between her lips, and the way the taste of his pre-cum would suddenly hit her, making her moan.
Looking up, she was met with a rather unimpressed look, the man simply letting her do her job. It was the worst kind of look. The disinterested blowjob recipient. She was doing a good job, god knew she was. But he stood there as if she was a puppy sitting still. Groaning around his cock, she continued her dutiful thrusts, lifting her hands up to the cups of tea in his hand. Grabbing both of them, she casually placed them on the coffee-table, clumsily spilling several drops as she did so. Giggling childishly around his length as she did so, she changed her clumsy and chipper demeanour, her hands finding his hands and slowly guiding them down to her head. Threading his fingers through her hair, she glared at him with her 'use me' eyes and wait for him to get the hint.
But he didn't. His hands rested there as she deepthroated him, but he didn't do anything other than guide. Still, she continued her slurping, working towards that delicious and creamy reward. Not that she was going to let him explode to early. She had had enough men down her throat to know when they were going to blow. And she had the instinct to know when to move on. And with such a hefty throat-full punching up and down her throat, she had every intention of using her for a far more intense activity. Her hands dropped down her own body, her fingers slipping through her folds for a moment, her hole dripping with arousal and waiting for a good, hard fucking. A part of her thought she ought to grab a condom, but with ten minutes down on her daughter's twenty minutes, she had every intention of making it count.
"Right… Momma's done playing…" Jackie grinned pulling her lips away from his cock and giving him a lustful grin. Sliding up onto her feet, she pushed him backwards and onto the sofa. Pulling at his jeans, she undressed him, forcing his jacket off until he was only in a t-shirt.
"Is that so? I don't think that that is a good idea…" The Doctor began, but not making any move to stop her. After all, if he was truly going to convince her otherwise, he'd have to explain a lot about himself that he wasn't willing to. And in his own strange way, just fucking her and getting her to go away would be easier. And often with Jackie, that was the quickest option.
"Oh, bless you, you sweetheart. I'd love for you to have a lick, but Rose'll be back soon, and I need more than a little tongue down there is you get what I mean," Jackie deliberately misread. Clambering onto the sofa, she straddled the Doctor, leaning back just enough for him to get a look at her deliciously slick pussy. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock and ran the tip along her folds, shivering at the sensation of the thick meaty head prying her pussy apart. Breathing softly, she continued to massage herself with his length, grinding his cock against her quim, sliding back and forth until she could no longer wait, no longer tease herself. Angling the tip upwards, she slid it against her entrance, and with one slow continuous thrust, pushes him deep inside her cunt.
Breathing deeply, a lustful grin stretched across her face as she eased her arse down towards the Doctor's lap, feeling every ridge and vein spread her tight little pussy wider and wider, pushing more and more pleasure through her body. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she continued downwards, feeling dribbles of pre-cum pour inside her, the thickness of his cock widening as she reached the middle. It seemed to go on and on, with Jackie thinking that the next inch was the last when there was plenty more to pierce her well-used hole. She wanted to run her fingers across her clit, she wanted to amplify every morsel of pleasure she was offered, but she fought the urge. Wanting to savour the simple carnal pleasure of being full of delicious, meaty cock.
As she settled on top of him, every inch submerged in her hungry pussy, she let out a deep and satisfied groan. Taking a moment to savour it, she then leant forwards, her breasts lingering close to the Doctor's face. Supporting herself on the back of the sofa, she lifted her hips until only the tip spread her apart. And then, with a hard and powerful bounce, she slammed it back inside herself, moaning as she did so again and again, her ass meeting his legs with powerful and audible slaps. Her wet pussy slickened his cock making each slap louder and slicker. With a few bounces she got her rhythm, pounding again and again until she could feel the beginnings of a sweet and undoubtedly thunderous orgasm inside her stomach.
Throwing her hair back, she again tried to bring a sense of eroticism to the moment, but the Doctor had a degree of ambivalence, letting out a few brief moans every few seconds, but nothing compared the unadultered gyrating and enamoured bliss on Jackie's face. Groaning with disappointment, she grabbed his hands and planted them on her bum, encouraging him to squeeze her flesh and play with her. But instead, he simply guided her humping hips up and down, savouring the way she rode him with powerful passion. This didn't stop her, as she had been in plenty of situations with guys being the least bit interested in her sexual appetite. It wasn't going to stop her from getting her fill. It didn't stop her, however, from complaining.
"Really? You must be completely oblivious. A girl puts your hands on her head when she's got you balls deep in her throat, and you do nothing? A girl slaps your hands on her arse and you just sit there?" Jackie complained, capturing her own nipple between her thumb and fore-finger twisting and playing with the rock-hard nub, the soft pleasuring adding to the cascade that was about to hit her.
"You seem to have everything under control," the Doctor replied, silently provoking the sexually charged woman, who was so focussed on that momentary bliss between her thighs that she would have likely killed him if he tried to move away.
"Fuck! You are bloody hopeless. A girl puts your hands on her head, she wants you to reduce your throat to a sloppy fuck-hole. She shouldn't have tonsils when you're done. And hands on the arse? That means a girl wants a cheeky finger up the bum," Jackie grinned, winking at him as he looked completely and utterly baffled. Her non-subtle hint didn't prompt him to do anything, and much like most of her fucks, she had to do everything herself. With her orgasm on the verge of toppling over, she dipped four fingers into her lips, coating them in saliva before reaching behind herself and plunging the digits inside her, groaning like a whore as she did so. She leant forwards just enough for the Doctor to see it and be awestruck by the woman's hunger and sheer sexual appetite.
That simple plunge into her rear was enough to send the older woman into a shuddering trance of sheer pleasure. Her orgasm hit her, with her core spasming and tightening her holes. Her ass swallowed her fingers, whilst her pussy clamped down on the Doctor's cock, keeping it firmly inside herself as she milked it for all the pleasure she could muster. Gyrating her hips back and forth for a few seconds, she groaned, making sure she had ridden herself down. Her hand slipped down between her thighs, gently rubbing her clit for a few seconds to shake the last twinge of orgasmic pleasure from her body. As much as she wanted to simply thrust back into another bout of riding, she felt time was against herself and she begrudgingly clambered of the Doctor's cock and slid to her knees as the Doctor tried to sit up, "Sit down! I'm not done with you yet."
Admittedly confused, as the Doctor hadn't exactly engaged in such sexual acts in the past few decades, so the man surprisingly was unsure as what little more he could give. And, despite her disagreement with her daughter's new infatuation with the older man, Jackie unwittingly set the spark in the Doctor's mind by reminding him the true bliss of a good fuck. Her lips found his cock and she tasted herself on his length. The sweetness of her pussy tangoing with the saltiness of his pouring pre-cum made her shudder. Plunging her lips down his cock, she furiously hammered his cock in and out of her throat, wanting him to explode as soon as possible. And he did. Spurting the first few strands down her throat, the Doctor's cock bounced out of her lips, shooting the rest across the older woman's face and already glossy tits. A few dribbles landed on the floor. As soon as the last meek drop left his cock, Jackie turned off. It was like a switch. Rising to her feet, she crossed over to go back to her room, the Doctor suddenly changing his tune.
"Sorry… sorry about… about the mess," he stammered rising to his feet, his cock softening between his legs. Had he stood up and still had a stiffy on, Jackie would have been at least a little bit interested. However, turning back, she simply put on her smile.
"Oh, it's not both. Any nothing wrong with a bit of splash. And if you want another cuppa, the kettle's in the kitchen," Jackie beamed, turning to her bedroom to clean up. As she turned, she felt a pang of lust and a suggestion on the Doctor's face. Had she finally won the man over to her wry and older charms? Going back, she poked her head around the corner, watching him change himself and catching a glimpse of his bum. A little intrigued she piped up, "And well… if once you're done with my daughter, and you've still got a bit in you… Well, poke your head in my door and see… well, who knows what you'll see, eh?"
Author's Note: I don't know what that was, but I enjoyed writing it. I am ill and completely fucked on pain medication, so if you take anything from this, it is that either I should be ill more often, or I should have a ready access to the medical cupboard. Who knows eh?
For those wanting an update for my other Doctor Who stories, I wish to let you know that I will be doing something in the future. Hopefully soon. With summer around the corner, I should get more time. But that remains to be seen. It's probably worthwhile checking back on my page every couple weeks if you are interested.
And if you liked this story, please let me know. I know that there is always active reader-base for Clara and Amy because… well look at them. So, when it comes to lesser known characters, it is always good to show the author's behind them a love. Also, especially with a story like this, follow it if you want to know when they'll be more. Because chances are it'll just sit until I have a fancy one day. Might be a week, month or year.