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My Neighbor Emily

A young man’s relationship with his neighbour changes drastically as she struggles through her husband’s infidelity.
*DISCLAIMER*
This story involves young children as MINOR characters. They are not involved or present during any sexual activity.

TWO SUBURBAN LADIES AT A SEMINAR

Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from ‘suburban marriages’, and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines.

Innocent Alice

This is just a rough copy of an original piece, thought I’d try something new completely. Inbox me or comment your thoughts on it? depending on the remarks I may well finish it.

Mom Regrets Me *-* I Fuck Her

*I enjoy writing just as much as I do reading. So I will propose this… If any of you enjoy this
certain story and would wish me to write another one, then write me a story for me to read. And then
I will write another one. The story you write doesn’t need to be long. Something like a short story.
Something you might spend like 30 minutes on. After you write your short story, request the plot for
the next story and I’ll write it. It may seem stupid, but I do this because it gets the audience to
write a bit and go back and forth with story teller.
–This is complete fiction and fantasy. Not real events.–
When I was 17, times were tough. I had grown up in poverty as an only child. My father was a
horrible fucking bastard. He was a drunk fucker who didn’t give a shit about his family or what
happened to them. He was rarely home, and I preferred it that way because I knew that if he was
home, he would either be beating on me or my mom. My mom wasn’t very innocent either. She didn’t do
anything about the abuse. She just let it happen to both me and her. Either she didn’t care or she
liked it. She was a drug addict by day and a whore by night. All throughout the day, I would often
see my mom, shooting up, popping a pill, or smoking something. I didn’t know what she was doing and
I didn’t want to know. Most of her day consisted of doing a variety of drugs on the couch. I would
sit in the living room with her and watch TV. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to watch her ingest drug
after drug, so I would often retreat to the kitchen, where I spent most of my time. At night, I
would be in my room with the door locked. Every night. I didn’t know everything that happened in the
house at night, but I knew enough to know that it would be safer for me to stay in my room. I would
hear the front door open and close all night. People leaving and coming constantly. Through the door
of my room, I could hear the dull thumping on the wall pierced by my moms pathetic groans and
screams. I was disgusted with my life. I was disgusted with everything happening around me. I had
overflowing anger, but more importantly, I had an abundance of lust.
As much of a whore my mom was, there was no denying her beauty. She was gifted with a natural beauty
that no amount of drugs could seem to diminish. She was about 5 foot 7 with black hair and green
eyes. She had a perfectly plump ass and electrifying thighs. Her tits seemed to defy gravity due to
their sheer size and perkiness. They were huge, but still perfectly shaped. I had no shortage of
moments in which I saw my mom naked. It was actually a common occurence. Sometimes, she would be
completely naked on the couch just smoking and watching TV. She rarely spoke to me anyway, so what
reason did she have to be embarrased if I saw her naked? Her face, with the exception of her
expression, was of an angel and was so effortlessly beautiful. The reason I said “with the exception
of her expression”, is because her eye lids were always half-way closed. Her eyes were almost always
bloodshot, and she often had dark bags underneath her eyes. Most of the money she made went straight
into food, or make-up or anything that would counter-act he drug use. She ate constantly throughout
the day and I could hear her puking in the bathroom every night. She needed to keep the illusion of
youth, or business would be bad.
Angry and horny. Those were the emotions I felt all the time. I was always angry at my dad and my
mom. And I was constantly horny. The days in which I saw my mom naked didn’t help either. I was
living a pathetic existance and I was sick of it. I wasn’t an innocent child anymore. I knew my mom
was a pathetic crack whore. And I knew how much she regretted me. There wasn’t much I could do
except hide in my room. All I did in my room was think, so it’s no surprise that one day I came up
with the idea to rape my mom. It was a logical decision. I hated my mom because she hated me. And I
was a horny as fuck. It was as simple as that. One might look back at this and admit that it was a
bad choice and they regret it. But I would do no such thing. My mom deserved everything that she got
and I plan to tell you exactly what I did to her.
As I sat in my bad, I created my plans. My moms schedule was like clockwork.
– Lay on the couch naked, covered with dried jizz from the night before and in a drug induced coma
all morning until the afternoon.
– Eat and smoke and watch TV until the evening.
– And whore herself out to dozens of men all night.
It was so perfect, I had to make almost no preperations or precautions. I would wake up early, (6
am), and venture into the living room. On the couch I would find my naked and unconsious mother. She
would no wake up until at least 12. I had 6 hours to do anything I wanted to this slut and I had
never been more excited.
Still in my bed, I grabbed my water bottle and drank a generous amount of water. This would help me
wake up early enough to carry out the plans. Drinking all that water turned out to be a waste of
time because I couldn’t go to sleep anyway. My mind was like a tornado and there was no possible way
I could sleep. So many angry thoughts and sexual visions ran through my head. My cock was pulsating
all night. Twitching, and leaking. Aggravated that it could not release. The sexual tension grew
exponentially all through out the night, and by the time it was 6 am, I was extremely anxious. I had
an insatiable sexual desire and a burning rage within me. I was going to get revenge on that dirty
fucking whore that gave birth to me. I cringed at the thought of me coming out of the pussy of a
peice of shit person like that. At some moments I even thought of killing her, but I figured she
should have to suffer by living the rest of her life this way.
I got out of bed and removed all clothing. I would have no need for them for the next 6 hours. I
walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. In the reflection, I saw a man of strength and
passion. Not a boy. My face was flush with anticipation and my cock was rock hard. I walked to my
mom’s room with a single dastardly purpose. I yanked open the top drawer of her dresser. I knew that
this was the drawer where she kept her work supplies, (AKA sex toys). I had rumagged through the
drawer once before but it seemed she had made some additions to her collection. One such addition
was an enourmas 12 inch black dildo. It was a pleasant surprise and I got an evil spark in my eye. I
grabbed her newest toy, and some lube from the drawer. I then went to the kitchen to get a few
common household items for the fun I was about to have.
With my supplies in hand, I entered the living room and found a very similar sight. My mom was on
all fours, with her face down and ass up. Her head had been shoved fairly deep into the couch
cushions and you could only see half of her head. The last guy to fuck her in this position must
have left her this way after she probably blacked out while they were fucking. Her hair was covered
with dried cum and clumped together in bundles. Her pussy, (which was clearly visible in that
position), looked raw and red and was still moist. I stuck my finger in her pussy and felt around.
It was extremely warm and wet. A trail of cum followed behind my finger as I removed it from her
body. Her asshole looked somewhat distored. I squirted out a generous amount of lube and spread open
her pink asshole to investigate. I could see something. I shoved four fingers in and attempted to
grip the object. I grabbed hold and carefully began to pull my fingers out of her ass. As the tip of
my fingers reached the rim of her asshole, I could see what the object was. It was one of her
smaller 6 inch dildos. I knew my mom was classy, but wow! I wiped my hands and turned my attention
to her head. I grabbed her head by a wad of hair, and I yanked the head out of the depths of the
couch cushions. Her mouth was wide open, drool was dripping from one corner, and her face had red
pressure marks from the texture of the cushions. All I could do was smile in anticipation. I let go
of her hair and let her head fall back down on the couch. I then violently grabbed her hair again
with my left hand and and grabbed her ass with my right hand. Fingers on my right hand were inside
both her asshole and her cunt so I had a good grip. I jerked her body up and off the couch. Still
holding her in the same position, I went into the bathroom and stood over the tub. I began to swing
her body slightly, and then let go. Her lifeless naked body hit the edge of the tub and slid down
the side into the bottom of the tub. The tiny toss would most likely leave her with some bruises. I
looked down on my lifeless mother’s body with a satisfactory grin. She looked so helpless. I turned
the knobs and water began to rush from the tub’s spout and onto the sexy hunk of flesh that was my
mom. I let the tub fill halfway, then I began to clean up my little whore mother. I washed her hair,
her cunt, and her asshole. Even dirty girls have to get clean, do they not? The bath felt like a
ritualistic preperation for the ceramony that was about to occur. I drained the tub and grabbed my
mom with both hands underneath her armpits. Her slick, squeeky clean skin felt great on mine. Pangs
of horniness shot through my cock and I couldn’t wait much longer. I carried her back to the living
room with her legs dragging on the floor. I threw her onto the couch in a sitting position. Her legs
were splayed out in a “V” shape and her head leaned back over the back of the couch. I jumped onto
my mom and straddled her limp body. I grabbed her head and tilted it towards me so I could see her
face.
“I’m gonna be your favorite customer, mom.”, I said with glowing eyes and a small grin. I pushed her
still damp hair out of her face and behind her head. I leaned back still holding her left cheek in
my left hand. I removed my right hand and pulled it back. With great force, I released my hand and
allowed to it collide with my mom’s right cheek. It produced a loud snapping noise, and her head
flung to the left. I then grabbed her head with both hands again and re-adjusted her head. I put it
upright so it was facing me. I stood up, still stradling my mom’s body and grabbed my cock with my
right hand. I instinctively wrenched another wad of hair on her head with my left hand. With her
scalp in the tight grip of my left hand, I manuevered her head to come closer to my cock.
“You regret giving birth to me, now you’ll regret having your son fuck your mouth.”
I thrusted my cock into her open mouth and began to explore her insides. I immidiately buried my
entire cock into her throat. Her top teeth were resting at the base of my penis and I could feel the
hard ribs of her esophagus surround my cock. I violently fucked my moms throat for quite some time.
All the while, I could hear gurgling and sloshing noises from deep inside my mom’s throat.
“You’re going to have a sore throat tommorow mom. I’ll have to run down to the store and grab some
advil for you.”
I removed my cock from her mouth and release her hair. Her head fell back to the couch and then
tilted over to the left. She was still producing deep gurgling noises out of her gaping mouth. She
must be choking on my pre-cum. I reach down with my right hand and grabbed her tit. I carressed it
and massaged it, exploring every bit of this large sexual object. The skin was extremely smooth and
warm. I rubbed her nipple and occasionally pinched the thin peiece of flesh with my finger. I
squeezed and kneaded her nipple with my fingers until it was red. Her nipples began to become hard.
Even in her unconsious state, her body was reacting to me and I was again becoming engulfed in
sexual desire. I grabbed her body by the shoulders and pulled her towards me. At the same time, I
backed away and allowed her to thump into the ground. The collision had sent a shockwave through her
plump ass which then sent shockwaves through my cock. I positioned her with her face smushed into
the ground and her ass up in the air. A position similar to the one I had found her in this morning.
My sexual desire had grown so much, that I felt like I needed to beat my cock into orgasm. (Or in my
case, an unconsious lump of flesh to beat up with my cock.)
Without applying any lube, I slowly manuveured my cock towards her pink asshole until the tip was
resting at the entrance almost like giving it a gentle kiss. I slowly, but forcibly, jammed my cock
into her asshole. Normally, in a case like this with no lube, the flimsy cock wouldn’t be able to
break through the asshole and would eventually bend. But my cock was as hard as stone this day and
it was no problem getting it into her ass. It was like inserting a rigid stick into her ass. My cock
didn’t flinch as it penetrated deeper and deeper into my mom’s asshole. The sensation was just what
my cock needed. An extremely rough entrance with a tight fit. So tight, sometimes it felt like my
cock was being strangled. If her unconsious ass would have decided to flex of twitch, it might have
crushed my cock. My whole cock was inside her ass and loving every minute of it. I eventually
managed to squeeze some lube into her hole. I was now rapidly fucking my mom’s ass, occasionally
pounding hard into her insides when I came back down. As I fucked her ass, I leaned forward over her
back and reached down and under her body to grab her tits. I squeezed both gigantic tits with my
hands. I could barely contain her tits in my hands. Mounds of flesh on her tits overflowed over my
hand. I could feel her tits ripple and shake everytime I pounded my hard cock into the tight
asshole. I was coming to the point of orgasm. I quickly exited my mom’s ass and flipped her body
over so that I could see her face. I got closer to her face and grabbed her head by the scalp again.
I directed my cock right in front of her face and let wave after wave of cum stream from the tip of
my pulsating cock onto the face of my mom. Each burst of cum was like a wave of ecstasy crashing all
over my body and concentrated on my cock. It was the largest load I had ever blown and the first
load I had blown on my mom’s fucking face. I dropped her head and heard a loud thump as it hit the
hard floor. My thick cum was drooping down her face. Some cum had reached her right eye and was
sticking to her eyelashes. Even after that enormous release of sexual energy, my cock had not
reduced in size. It was actually still as hard as it was before and now almost purple. My cock was
pulsating with dull pain which could only be alleviated by cumming. I grabbed my mom’s legs and
pulled her accross the floor a little bit to straighten her body out. I then grabbed her arm and
flung it back over to the correct side of her body. She was now laying on her back her her arms at
her sides and her face facing straight up. I walked up to her face and squatted down. I put my cock
in her mouth and just let it sit there. I loved the feeling of having my cock just sitting inside my
mom’s throat. Still straddling over my mom’s face with my cock in her mouth, I squatted down further
and applied even more pressure to the back of my mom’s throat. Early, I thought I had already
reached the maximum distance in her throat, but I was wrong. Her teeth were already resting on the
base of my cock, but were slowly moving farther down on the base of my cock each time I applied more
pressure. Eventually almost my entire body wait was sitting on my mom’s face with my cock
penetrating her digestive tract. Were my mom consious, she would most certainly be gargling on her
own spit and gagging and drowning on my huge cock. The sensation of pressure on my cock so deep in
her throat was enough to send me into another orgasm. I pumped globs of my cum deep into my mom’s
stomach. As I continued to leak my cum into my mom’s mouth, she began to violently cough, and
gargle. Her chest was violently moving back and forth desperately trying prevent drowing. Even her
unconsious body knew that a foreign object shouldn’t be that far inside a throat. I pulled my cock
from her mouth and got off of her face. I stood back and watched as she coughed up drops of cum from
her throat which landed on her chest. It appeared no amount of sexual pleasure could reduce the
intensity of my desire and my horniness. I needed more. And I needed to give my dirty fucking slut
of a mom more too. I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them up into the air and then back so that
her feet her next to her head. I scooted up on the floor pinned her legs in that position by gently
sitting on them. With my free hands, I reached over the to table beside me and grabbed a roll of
duct tape that I had found earlier. I severed two long pieces of tape from the roll, then turned my
back back to face my mom. Still pinning her legs in that position under the weight of my body, I
grabbed a big wad of hair with my left hand and and wrapped one end of the piece of tape around it.
I then wrapped the other end of the tape around her left foot. The duct tape held and I was able to
remove my hands from her left leg. The entire weight of her waist and leg was being supported by a
wad of hair. I did the same for the other side of her body. She was laying on her back on the floor
with her legs pulled up and over so that her legs are right beside her face. Both legs were being
supported by two different wads of hair connected to duct tape. Her cunt was perfectly visible and
accessable in the position. I hooked four fingers into her cunt and one in her ass and pulled her
over towards me. On my knees, I directed my cock towards her cunt and buried it inside with a
single, forceful thrust. It was warm, wet and tight. Her unconsious pussy muscles were milking my
cock while I fucked her. I didn’t cum inside her pussy though. I refrained from reaching another
orgasm so that I could have even more fun. I left her in the same position I had put her in and
grabbed the 12 inch black dildo. I rubbed lube on it and teased the opening oh her asshole with it.
I swirled it around a few times before plunging into her tight pink hole. I inserted it about 6
inches before I thrust it back and forth in her ass, but that wasn’t far enough. I stopped thrusting
the dildo and began to push it deeper and deeper into the her hole. It got progressively harder to
push. I was eventually pushing so hard that I had to hold her waist with one hand so I didn’t push
her entire body accross the floor instead of the dildo. Soon, I could only see 2 inches of the dildo
sticking out of her ass. I continued pushing until it got the the very end. I pushed with one finger
and watched as it slowly dissapeared completely into her ass. My mom now had a 1 foot dildo inside
of her. I stood over her a bit to admire my work. I fucked her pussy once more and then came on her
face again. Her face was now almost entirely covered in my cum and hair. I got more duct tape and
taped over her asshole many times over. I then duct taped her mouth shut, wrapped duct tape around
her head covering her eyes and attached more tape to her head and feet to further strengthen the
position. I smacked her thighs a few more times, sending sexy ripples through her thighs and ass and
leaving red marks. I put on some clothes, gathered up my few belongings and left the house. I never
went back to that house. I always wondered what her reaction was when she finally woke up. I’ve said
many times that I would have paid a million bucks to watch her wake up and try to figure out what
happened to her. But the fact that I did was enough for me. I lived with a friend until we graduated
high school. I got accepted to a local community college and ended up being a carpenter and a
fabricator. My life is just fine, and I often think about my mom. I know that if she hasn’t already
died yet, she’ll still be in that house living that pathetic, miserable life.

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Memoirs of the Kosmetics Killer (Entry #3)

You have read about the Kosmetics Killer when the mortician treated his victims. Now, follow the killer’s perspective as he takes his next two (and a half victims). Pictures have been posted in the sex stories and pictures forum (search for baby shower killing)

Patrick

Patrick liked men from an early age. He now realizes older men are his real turn on.

Eleven

ELEVEN
  Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or ideas for Doctor Who.(You guys have asked for a longer story, so here it is! This isn’t a continuation of my Beach story though. ^^; 
This is a Doctor Who fanfic (Amy/The Doctor). I don’t do het stuff, sorry! Anyway, for those of you who don’t watch the most recent DW, I’ll try and explain as much as possible. Also; there’s quite a bit of actual storyline in the beginning. So if you’re too impatient for that then skip to the sexytime.)
 
Amy crossed her arms, looking sullenly at the TARDIS console. It was early; she knew, even if she couldn’t look outside its indescribably blue doors. The Doctor would be sleeping.
It seemed like the first time, she mused, that she’d woken before him. The Doctor always seemed to be awake, always watching. He refused to admit it, but Amy knew that sometimes he even watched her sleep. 
As she took another step to sit down on one of the two chairs in the control room, the TARDIS suddenly lurched forward. Amy was thrown against the console, knocking levers out of place and pressing some multicolored buttons. 
 
 The time machine began making loud sounds that 
resembled a cat yowling – also while spewing ketchup onto the floor. Alarmed, Amy pressed more buttons and pulled levers. Nothing was working. Steam exploded from somewhere behind her. 
“Amy Pond! What’ve you done this time?!” The Doctor scolded as he sprinted into the room. The Time Lord must have been doing something before he came in. A smear of grime was on one cheek. His dark hair was plastered across his forehead, and his sleeves were pulled up at his elbows. But of course, his bowtie was perfectly in place; it always was.
  He spared one exasperated look at her, then got to work. Amy stepped back and watch him run around the console, murmuring to the TARDIS under his breath and resetting the buttons lovingly.
Lovingly. The one thing he rarely showed to Amy.  
She sighed, brushing her fiery red hair behind an ear as she prepared an apology. 
“Sorry. Something happened – I fell,” she said, her words sharp with her Scottish accent. It sounded stupid as she said it. The Doctor looked at her, a small smile on his face. 
“Don’t worry, Pond. You haven’t done too much damage.. this time.” 
She rolled her eyes, but was glad that he had improved in mood. He turned back to the console and flipped a switch. Amy watched his pale, long hands. She knew his touch was as light and gentle as a feather. Sometimes she wanted to hold his hand, and forget the rest of the world was there.
 But she could see the world. And many more worlds, and galaxies, and wonders in his eyes. Such old, knowing eyes. 
The Doctor brought her thoughts back. “So Pond. When you said ‘something happened’, what did you mean?” He asked, pausing briefly to rest his elbows on the console and gaze casually at her. 
 “The TARDIS just sort of .. y’know. Lurched forward. I think it landed.” 
She figeted with the edge of her red sweater. The Doctor nodded.
“Ah! She landed! Let’s see where she’s taken us this time,” he lept from the console platform to the blue doors and threw them open. 
The countryside had rolling green hills dotted with cows and goats grazing on the grass. Wheat swayed in the wind in the field across from them. It was a cloudless, beautiful, perfect day for exploring. For once, Amy wished that they wouldn’t encounter an alien during this trip. No invasion, no kidnapper/attackers. Just quality time with the Doctor. Alone time.
 The corner of her mouth quirked into a smile.
“Ahh, the country! It reminds me of that time in Scotland!” The Doctor called out as if the cows could hear him. 
Amy looked at him oddly. He hesitated. 
“Nevermind. Forget I said that. Anyway – enjoy the fresh air!” The Doctor inhaled then coughed. “Forget I said that also. It smells like .. horse manure.. Gallifreyan sewers. Ha.” 
They stepped outside and looked around. The Doctor pulled on his tweed jacket, and closed the TARDIS doors. On the outside, it looked like a mere police call box (albeit a striking blue). In reality, it was a time machine. It could be described as “bigger on the inside”.
And the Doctor was a Time Lord. In short: he’s a Gallifreyan, a (pretty much extinct) species of time travelers who look like humans. Or humans look like them. Whatever.
 But there are some differences. Like they have two hearts. Or, instead of dying, they simply regenerate – the same person, with a new face, body, and personality. This was the Doctor’s eleventh regeneration. So the Doctor was around 900 years old, though he looked twenty or so. 
  One day Amy would grow too old for him and he’d move on. That was what she feared, anyway.
“Pond, pay attention.” The Doctor’s voice called her back down to earth. Amy turned around.
“Sorry, what?”
“I SAID we’re in medieval England. Back in the feudal times, where you lot had lords and whatnot. Ooh, and the churches! Let’s go meet some priests!” 
— (three hours later)
“And that’s how I talked giant eyeball prison wardens to leave earth, taking the deadly “Prisoner 0″ off of Earth forever. Oh, and don’t even get me STARTED on the Weeping Angels.” The Doctor nodded in self-satisfaction. 
 The peasant man just stared. “Wha? I’m ‘fraid I don’t understand, sir.. you wanted the directions to what now?” 
“Something interesting,” the Doctor grinned, twirling his sonic screwdriver nonchalantly in his fingers. 
“And safe. You know; maybe some sight-seeing!” Amy cut in. She wanted to do something other than having to fight for her life. 
Of course, the shabby man looked at them like they were from another planet (and technically they were). After a long while he spoke. “Well you see, there’s been a sorta.. disturbance ’round the town. Some people go there and don’t come back! That’ll be pretty interest’n.” He smiled toothily at them. 
“That doesn’t sound exactly scenic..” Amy muttered, but the Doctor rubbed his hands together. 
“Excellent! Now where would we find such a place?” 
The man simply pointed behind the Doctor. In the distance, shadowed from the face of the afternoon sun, was an enormous mansion. Amy wondered how they could have possibly missed that when they first looked around. 
 It would’ve been impossible. Then again, if the Doctor was to be involved, then of course something was going to be impossible.
—(30 minutes later)
Amy tugged on the Doctor’s sleeve. 
“I really don’t want to go in there. You know, those times when you know something’s wrong? I’m getting that feeling right now,” she pleaded. The Doctor turned to look at her. He gave one shake of his head and returned to gazing up at the front of the building. 
Even though it was bright and sunny outside, the house was like the ugly scar of the beautiful country. The grass around it was dead, and the trees brittle and bare. It was definitely a mansion- well-decorated on the outside. It just gave off an impressive (albeit eerie) vibe. 
“Let’s go in,” the Doctor said. Amy began to protest again, but the Doctor had already lept up the stairs and went up to the enormous double-doors. He knocked cheerfully once she stepped up to him. 
  Of course, nothing answered. He took out his sonic and pointed it at the door. The click of the lock inside signaled the Time Lord, and he pushed the two doors open. 
“Woah.” 
That basically summed it up. The house, though dreary on the outside, looked well-kept and lively on the inside. 
“Don’t touch anything.” The Doctor warned her, like a parent leading a child into an antique shop. He propped the doors open while she ventured inside.
The entire main room was about two livingrooms wide. The floor was black and white checkered marble, with red velvet carpets crisscrossing over the area. A fireplace crackled in the corner to their left. A grand staircase led to the upper floors directly in front of them. 
 The furniture looked modern (for the medieval ages). A red plushy couch sat in front of the fireplace. Busts of royalty appeared every now and then. There was a grand piano, too, in the far corner.
“Fascinating,” said the Doctor as he examined everything carefully, “not a speck of dust on ..anything. Do you suppose there’s a caretaker of some sort?” 
Amy didn’t answer his question. She studied a red vase filled with white lilies. The Doctor glanced at her.
“Remember not to touch anything.” 
“I won’t! I didn’t forget the first time,” Amy retorted. She dropped her hand to go move closer to the Doctor. When she moved forward, she knocked down the pedestal that the vase rested on. It tumbled over and shattered. 
The Doctor spun around, grabbed Amy’s arms, and moved her behind him. He eyed the vase with his sonic primed and ready to go. 
“Amy, I thought I told you..” 
“Sorry!” She squeaked. “Sorry, sorry.” 
Something clunked at the top of the stairs. Amy and the Doctor both looked up. There was a greenish, faint aura that seemed to linger there. 
“That’s .. not a ghost, right Doctor? Doctor?” She asked, starting to get panicky. The Doctor heard her heartbeat begin to speed up.
He raised his sonic and pointed it at the aura, then checked its readings. 
“No, not a ghost. It’s rather like the embodiment of an-”
Amy screamed. The aura sped down the stairs and straight at them – and it passed right through the Doctor. She jumped back, terrified, as the Doctor doubled over. A greenish color swirled about him before dissipating. 
“Doctor?” Amy asked tentatively. The Doctor turned around to face her. She sighed in relief. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him physically. “I think we should leave now. Before something else happens.” 
“No. Let’s stay. I want to explore the rest of the house.”
  The Doctor said this robotically, and spoke in monotone. 
“What? No! Are you okay?” 
Amy began to sense that there was indeed something wrong with the Doctor. He stared at her, then slowly began to move forward, towards her.
“I’ve been alone for so long in this house. So long, Amy.” 
The doors swung shut. Amy backed away. 
“So long without a woman’s touch. The feel of her skin..” 
“Doctor,” she warned lowly. For every step she retreated, he moved forward. “Don’t do this. Fight it.” 
The Doctor just smiled, slowly. There was an agonizing silence,  and then lunged for her.
Amy tried to dash for the side, but he was too quick. He pinned her against a mahogany wall, with her arms up above her. She screamed and fought. But whatever was controlling the Doctor was far too strong. He leaned against her chest and silenced her with a rough kiss to her lips. She could feel him up against her. His erection against her crotch. 
 “Why do you fight me? Isn’t  this what you’ve always wanted?” The Doctor purred. “I know. You’ve been fantasizing about it.” 
 She continued to twist and struggle, but his words were true. Even as he said them, her resistance fell and she began to put more passion into the kisses. When he released her wrists she wrapped them around his waist.
The kisses were intoxicating. She didn’t notice when he slipped off her sweater, pulled away her clothes to reveal her in her black-laced bra and panties. They were a stark contrast to her pale skin.
  He began to undress, too. He threw his jacket aside, undid his suspenders and unbuttoned his shirt. They continued to kiss fiercely, while moving towards the couch. They fell upon the red cushion, with Amy lying on the bottom. It took no time before the Doctor was feeling her breasts and then caring tenderly over them. 
“I .. I need..” She barely panted. She tried to express just how badly she wanted him, but he was going to torture her and take his time. 
 The Doctor did one final kiss and then began to nibble at her ear, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He moved to her neck, then kissed her collarbone. He brushed his lips against each breast in turn, and then trailed soft kisses down her belly, then to her thighs.
 He very slowly pulled her panties down her legs, hunger in his eyes when he saw they were soaking. 
 He put his head between her legs and began to very softly lick up the juices between her thighs. He played with her clit while he did this. Amy was breathless and was struggling not to buck against him. 
“Doctor! Now! Please,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide for him. The Doctor stepped out of his underwear, revealing his rock hard (and throbbing) cock. He swept forward and with one stroke buried himself in her. She gasped and then moaned. He pulled out so that the tip of his cock was just inside her – then thrust back in again.
 The Doctor put on hand om her hip, and one on her breast, and moved slowly in and out. 
Amy felt amazing, and she was nearly on the brink of orgasm. She felt like wet, wonderful velvet. Everything about her drove the 
Time Lord absolutely mad.
The Doctor was now having trouble staying quiet and he began to grunt with each thrust in her.
He began to go hard, but slow, ramming his full length into her with each time. Amy reached with one hand down to her clit and began to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts. 
 After a short while of this, the Doctor began to go faster. She cried out in surprise at the sudden increase of speed. 
He swiftly changed positions so he was directly above her, and began to fuck her just as quickly as before. She took her hands and ran them through his hair, then grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.
This, combined with the amazing heat and pressure he felt against him, finally drove him into climax. He exploded inside her – and sent ropes of cum into her. Almost instantly after, she orgasmed as well. Her pussy tightened around him and her own cum mixed with his. 
As he pulled his limp cock out of her and collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch, sperm gushed out of her. Amy sighed and laid her arms back. Finally, after what she’d longed for for so long, it had happened.
Sure, it took some ghost-mind-influencing. But she went with the “doesn’t matter, had awesome Time-Lord sex” thought. 
  
The Doctor fell asleep rather quickly. Amy didn’t blame him – he had been controlled by a freaky aura. She put one of the silky blankets over him, then admired the smooth contours of his face. She’d never really noticed it before, but his skin was nearly flawless. He was warm, too, whereas the rest of the room was rather chilly. 
 She sighed once, contentedly. Amy was far too tired to try and find a place to clean herself up at the moment. She returned to the warm cushions, curled up around a pillow, and fell effortlessly into sleep.
—(later)—
 Amy opened her eyes. It was warm, and comfy. She snuggled with the blankets and adjusted her sleeping position. 
   Strange. She had so much room on this couch to stretch. 
Then she realized she was on her bed, in the TARDIS. Her confusion turned to disappointment. 
 She wasn’t in the creepy-medieval-mansion anymore. The Doctor wasn’t curled up sleepily across from her. 
She sighed. It had just been another crazy fantasy that her brain had concocted for her. She climbed out of her cozy bed, rubbing her eyes, and shuffled into the TARDIS console room.
“Good morning, Amelia.” 
The Doctor’s voice came from somewhere below her. Since the console room’s floor was transparent, she peered down to the niche where the Doctor worked on the TARDIS’s technical features. He rested on a hammock, laying before the impossibly difficult machinery that was the TARDIS. 
 “Morning,” she returned casually. He tossed a piece of smoking metal below the hammock. Other mechanical items were strewn about there as well. 
“Still sore from yesterday?” He asked as if he were asking about the weather. 
“What?” Her heart fluttered in hope.
“Don’t tell me you forgot. You were so excited you practically ripped my pants off,” the Doctor said sarcastically. 
“That really happened? The- the ghost and the sex? All of it?” She came down the stairs to peer at the doctor quizzically. The Time Lord merely glanced at her, and smiled. 
 “Go and make yourself some breakfast, Pond. I’ll take you somewhere fun today,” he promised. Amy’s face lit up and she rushed off.
 The Doctor sighed, amused. She may have not remembered, but he remembered every detail. The sweat on her pale skin, the shine of pleasure in her eye.  Amy had wanted that for so long. Oh, he knew. He knew the whole time. He’d been wanting that as well.
 He especially liked to watch while she was sleeping. Her expression was so peaceful. Of course, he’d had almost an hour to observe, because he carried her back to the TARDIS. 
Because she’d been asleep she might have questions. Like if she snored or something silly. But maybe she’d ask if he was still possessed. And .. he might have to .. stretch the truth about that.. 
The Doctor slid off of the hammock and brushed the hair out of his face. The “ghost” wasn’t actually a ghost, it was a sort of bioluminescent buglike creature called a “Clarus creatura” that liked to linger around old human buildings. They ate dust motes, which was why the mansion was spotless. 
And they didn’t actually possess people. The Doctor smiled and prepared to go up and meet her for breakfast.
 He had been in control the whole time. 
But … Amy didn’t need to know that.

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