Title: Rent Boy
Word Count: 793 [in Word]
Rating: NC-17, like very
Summary: Donna hires a rent boy on a pleasure planet. It is secretly the Doctor.
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Sadly, I own nothing related to Doctor Who et al. I am just playing around in their sandbox for a bit of fun.
Author Notes: This was written about 2 weeks or so ago for the kinkmeme [sizeofthatthing
], but I've decided to post a few of my stories publically and this is one of them. Thanks so much as always to the magnificent persiflage_1
who checked for typos and such from when I'd originally posted it! Any other mistakes are all mine. Feedback is happy-making, so please leave a word or two [even if I am a bit slack in responding, your comments always make my day].
He (at least Donna thought
it was a male) was blurred around the edges, almost more a shadow than a person, but after a few moments (shrugging to herself that while it was an alien, her libido was winning over her thoughts) she no longer cared. -- It was why she'd called a rent boy after all, she needed a bloody shag. The Doctor had assured her it was perfectly safe, even gave her a number to call for one without any sort of noticeable reaction or judgment. Donna was thankful for that; asking the Doctor how to get laid on the pleasure world they were visiting had been a bit embarrassing. --
He moved into her bed, pulling off her clothing slowly, while his mouth lingered on her breasts. He swirled his tongue around her nipples, sucking on them at intervals, before pulling them each between his teeth to bite. Donna called out, consumed in pleasure and pain, and felt herself grow even more wet. She tried to watch her mystery lover as he licked her, but every time she tried to focus on him, it simply made her head hurt too much. Then, as he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while flicking his tongue against it, Donna felt a throb in her clit with each stroke of his tongue, and soon stopped watching as she no longer cared.
He kissed all over her entire body -- lingering in between thighs, behind knees, and across her belly -- before pressing his mouth against the wetness pooling between her legs. He drew his tongue up languidly over her slit, caressing her labia softly with it before pushing it inside her. He thrust his tongue in and out of her, curling it against her vaginal walls causing her to thrash about on the bed. Soon his fingers replaced his tongue -- first one, then two, and then what felt like three -- while his mouth moved up to suckle her clit, sucking it as hard and intensely as he had done with her nipples earlier. Donna was calling out loudly -- cursing, moaning, and groaning -- as his fingers pushed in and out of her with urgency and his mouth held her clit between his lips, his tongue flicking it as he sucked. She worried for a moment about all the noise she was making, worried about people in the nearby rooms hearing her, worried about the Doctor
hearing her, but as he curled his fingers to caress her g-spot, causing her to come, she no longer cared.
Donna couldn't believe how good his cock felt as he soon moved within her. He was bigger than any man she had been with before and just about the size of the dildo she'd used so many late nights alone in her room on the TARDIS. His hips moved like a piston against her, moving in circular thrusts that she met counterpoint with her own hips. He moved a pillow beneath her bum, allowing for deeper penetration, and then lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, pressing his whole body against her as he thrust. Donna could barely speak or think, almost-strangled moans coming from her lips as his hard length pushed deeply inside her and she felt almost as if he was filling her entire body. His fingers found her clit and stroked in time to his near-manic thrusts. For a moment she wondered if she might somehow get pregnant from this being or even some sort of space disease, but as she began to climax again, her lover thrusting so hard against her she knew she'd be sore in the morning, she no longer cared.
Donna's lover had his own climax after what seemed like an hour or so and he was so quiet that she almost wondered if he was even enjoying the sex. She wondered if that was how it was with rent boys -- not showing much pleasure of their own. He soon moved from her and was out the door before she could catch her breath. Donna laid back across the mattress -- the smell of sex filling the air around her and her body deliciously sore. The mattress was slightly wet from the sex and the sweat and usually she would have got up to change the sheets, but she was so exhausted, so satiated, she no longer cared.
Her lover stood outside her door, reaching up to pull off the TARDIS key with a perception filter he'd worn around his neck. He sighed almost sadly, running a hand through his hair as he made his way back to his room. Where Donna was concerned, the Doctor found he cared too much.