With Yaz accepting The Doctor's offer to show her all the sordid pleasures and delights of the universe, the first step is to break her out of her doubts and inhibitions. Alone in a changing room with a Doctor determined to teach her to party, Yaz is pushed in the deep end and shown how much fun a girl can have...
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Yasmin Khan could only bite her lip and blush as a pair of slender hands grasped her wrists and gently brought her hands away from her body.
They had been the only thing preserving her last semblance of modesty, one arm squeezed tight over her perky brown breasts, the other wedged between her thighs, hiding her shamefully tingling pussy. Now she stood naked as the day she was born, in a sex shop a billion miles away from home, with a woman she’d only met last week.
The Doctor grinned, her gaze sweeping Yaz from head to toe, before she planted her hands on her hips and looked at her with a lecherous glint in her eyes.
“You are such a cutie.” She purred.
“Doctor…” Yaz whined, blushing harder, only for the blonde to giggle and wind an arm around her waist.
Bare skin slid against bare skin, and Yaz trembled as she felt her breast squish and press against her Time-lord companion’s own tit, a gentle, perverted pressure that distracted her as The Doctor spun her to face the mirror.
Pressed side-to-side with the blonde there was no escaping, and no avoiding the sight of herself and her new friend buck naked and cuddling in a fond embrace.
“Look at you, look at us, how could we hide these beautiful bodies away?” The Doctor beamed, admiring herself and Yaz in equal measure.
Yaz managed a small smile, her deep brown eyes wandering over the reflection too.
She did look beautiful, she always did, a lack of self-confidence was not amongst Yaz’s personal issues, but she found herself comparing her body to The Doctor’s anyway, partly out of curiosity, partly out of lust.
Her plump, perky, mocha-brown boobs rose and fell gently with her breaths, each capped with a dark nipple, flawless and round and smooth. They were bigger than The Doctor’s by maybe a cup or two, but size wasn’t everything, and Yaz found herself being oddly hypnotised by the constant jiggling and bouncing of the blonde’s tiny titties as she wiggled her hips and turned this way and that to admire her body.
“This is so wrong.” She muttered embarrassedly, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“You said you wanted to see how fun the universe can be.” The Doctor smiled, “Come on, let all those doubts go, shake off the self-repression!” she leapt into a 180 degree spin and landed with her butt to the mirror, immediately beginning to shake her hips and wiggle her arms like a lunatic.
Yaz’s breasts might have been bigger, but The Doctor’s ass was hard to beat.
“Oh my god.” Yaz laughed, covering her mouth as the blonde twerked and let her entire body jiggle from head to toe.
“Shake it off Yaz! Shake away the doubt!”
The Doctor grabbed her by the wrists and spun her to have her ass to the mirror too, then, when Yaz failed to join her in twerking, pressed up behind her and took hold of her hips herself.
“Come on, have fun, stop worrying!” she encouraged, pulling and rolling Yaz’s hips against her own so that the younger girl was practically grinding against her in a lewd dance. “Remember the first rule of the universe?”
“No?”
“If it feels good, it is good!” The Doctor purred, pushing a kiss against Yaz’s cheek and laughing as her companion slowly began to dance on her own. After a few moments of half-cuddling, half-grinding, Yaz found herself bouncing her ass like she was at a club, with The Doctor crowing and wolf-whistling, crouched down with her hands still pawing her hips.
“We’ve got to go dancing!” The Doctor said, rolling her own hips in a circle as she squatted before clapping her cheeks against the floor. “Clubs are the best place to build confidence, and the best place to get easy dick without anything too wild.”
“Weren’t we supposed to be trying on clothes?” Yaz laughed, her cheeks flushed more than ever as The Doctor palmed her cheek and then gave her a sharp smack. “Eek!”
“See, a little dancing to get the juices flowing and we’re ready to play!”
“Play?” Yaz squeaked, before grunting as she was smacked in the chest by a clump of lingerie the size of a basketball.
“I’m not suggesting we fuck here and now, Yazzie.” The Doctor smiled coyly, “But if you think you’re ready…”
“No! No! I mean, not now, maybe not… it’s not that you’re, or that I’m… this is a lot.” Yaz stammered before deflating with embarrassment. The Doctor cupped her cheek kindly and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I like you a lot.”
“I like you a lot.” The Doctor replied, “And we’re gonna have so much fun, when you’re ready. For now, let’s play dress up.”
Despite how casually and haphazardly The Doctor had seemed to snatch up sets of lingerie, she’d somehow managed to assemble a pretty incredible selection of outfits, each one better than the last. Or perhaps it was just Yaz’s ever-increasing arousal and rapidly evaporating inhibitions that made her coo and grin and pose shamefully with each new set she and the doctor squeezed themselves into.
At first she was conservative, or at least as much as she was able, shyly trying on a semi-transparent burgundy babydoll that fluttered delicately over her body, hugging her chest and leaving her lovely legs bare from the upper thigh down.
The Doctor’s wolf whistle made her giggle, and so she changed into a more daring bustier corset and stockings combination, accentuating her trim waist and her smooth full hips. The Doctor’s grin as she knelt and helped slide the sexy scarlet lace up her legs was infectiously lustful, and made Yaz’s heart flutter with excitement.
A brilliant golden teddy, with a coiling lacy pattern that was almost entirely see through, made her feel more glamourous than she had in her entire life, and had The Doctor pawing shamelessly at her body from head to toe, pretending to make adjustments. Yaz groaned at her touch, leaning into her warm, soft palms, and making sure either her plunging cleavage, or the back of the teddy barley escaping from her ass, was in her view at all times.
“Fuuuuuck.” Yaz whimpered as, at last, she and The Doctor slipped their bodies into a matching pair of cage bralettes that just about covered their nipples, but little else. Sleek garter belts rested over their hips, neatly hooked into long, sleek stockings that traced every curve of their legs from thigh to toe. Yaz chewed her lip, an inferno raging inside her, as she admired her dark areola peeking out from beneath the snow white straps of her bralette, and the rosy pink rings of The Doctor’s, barely hidden by her obsidian fabric.
Her sopping cunt was bare, crowned with a neat triangle of black fuzz, her lips plump and thick and aching to be stuffed full.
“I could take you to worlds that would worship you as a goddess, dressed like this.” The Doctor breathed into her ear, a finger teasing over the heaving swell of Yaz’s breast.
Her own bald pink pussy glistened in the lights, and Yaz felt saliva build under her tongue.
The Doctor’s lips brushed her neck and began to kiss down her throat to her shoulder, her palm sliding over Yaz’s stomach lower and lower towards her eager twat.
“I’m ready!” Yaz gasped breathlessly, sinking her fingers into The Doctor’s golden hair and pulling her head tight against her body. “Fuck I’m so ready.”
The Doctor chuckled softly, and gave her a soft bite, before slipping her hand down all the way between Yaz’s thighs, and pushing her middle finger inside her.
“Ohhhhhh.”
“Good girl… you’re so wet.” The Doctor cooed, “This cute little human pussy is just begging to get fucked.”
She nibbled on Yaz’s earlobe and gently began to push her against the mirror until her breasts were squished tight against it.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to take such good care of it.”
“Yes Doctor… pleaaaase.” Yaz whined, pushing her hips back against the blonde as she slowly pressed a second finger into her cunt and began to stroke her velvety insides.
“The things I’ll show you… pleasure to melt your mind, bliss to make your toes curl and your hair stand on end.” The Doctor promised, “Cocks and cunts of every size and shape and colour and flavour. Lovers who will make you feel like the empress of the universe, or a just a piece of fuckmeat.”
“Fuuuuck.”
“I wonder what you’ll like best… everyone has their favourites. I bet deep down you’re a naughty little slut.”
“D… Doctorrr.”
“You’re pretty little pussy is trying to drag my fingers inside.” The Doctor grinned, cupping Yaz’s cheek and making her stare into her own reflection as she panted and moaned. “Do you love how I finger your pussy, Yasmin Khan?”
“Ahn… Doctor… I love itttttt.” Yaz moaned, “Don’t stop… feels so good!”
“I always was good with my hands.”
The Doctor’s thumb brushed against Yaz’s clit, circling it teasingly over and over and over, until finally pressing firm against it and rubbing it hard.
Yaz felt her knees turn inwards as her entire body tensed up, arcs of pleasure shocking through her body as she let out a shrill squeak of ecstasy. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Doctor my fucking cliiiiiiit!”
“Scream for me Yazzie, don’t be shy… let me hear how much fun you’re having.”
“Oh my fucking god I’m cummmmiinnnnnnng!” Yaz howled, eyes rolling back and her entire body shaking. If it wasn’t for the mirror she was pressed up against, she would have collapsed like a ragdoll, instead, Yasmin Khan rode out the best orgasm of her brief life, staring into her own expression of total submissive lust.
It felt so good.
It was so good.
The Doctor was right, this was the best way to live ever!
Yaz groaned as The Doctor pulled her hand free of her petals, spinning and catching the blonde in a ravenous kiss. Sticky hands caressed her cheeks as their tongues met and entwined, bodies pressed snug, stumbling back across the changing room.
The Doctor sat heavily and Yaz was pulled down into her lap, lips never breaking apart, until the blonde forced her head downwards and sank her face into her cleavage. Yaz moaned shamelessly as The Doctor’s mouth sealed over her tit and began to suck.
“What’s going on in here?” an annoyed voice called out, as another yellow-skinned woman thrust her head through the changing room door.
Yaz squeaked in terror, only to immediately let out a whorish moan as The Doctor swirled her tongue around her nipple and sucked it hungrily.
The alien looked about ready to toss them both out face-first, but The Doctor, without looking, produced a battered leather wallet seemingly out of thin air, and tossed it at the enraged employee.
“What… this…” the woman scowled, reading the paper inside before sighing and pursing her lips. “I… apologise, Doctor. I didn’t recognise you. Please feel free to enjoy anything we have on offer.” She turned and vanished back outside, and Yaz heard The Doctor giggle against her breast.
“There are perks to saving planets.” She smiled, squeezing Yaz’s ass tight up against her.
Yaz couldn’t help but laugh back, it was all so bizarre, but as The Doctor’s lips made a migration to her neglected tit, a thought occurred.
“Did she say we could try… anything they had?”
“Ohhhhh, it’s sssoooo… biiiig!” Yaz moaned, clutching onto The Doctor’s hand as she lay across the Time-lord’s lap.
Her back arched as The Doctor pushed another inch of thick blue dildo into her cunt, smiling happily as her companion squirmed and squealed in her grasp.
“And I thought your greedy little hole like my fingers.” She cooed, sawing the seven-inch slab of rubber in and out of Yaz’s gushing pussy, admiring how it glistened thickly with her juices. “You’re devouring this dick.”
“Nnngng… so gooooood.” Yaz replied, “I’ve… never… it’s so big… and the buuuuumps!”
The Doctor laughed happily, pulling the generously ribbed toy almost completely out of Yaz, before pressing her palm flat and sinking every inch back inside her.
A jet of quim splattered her hand immediately, and Yaz let out a happy gurgle, limp across her thighs.
“Toys are always fun, but real skin can’t be beat.” The blonde sighed, “You know, I have a hair-removal setting on the sonic… makes a girl feel so much nicer on the tongue.”
“Mghnn, do it… I wanna feel you lick my pussy so bad!”
“Right now?” The Doctor asked, feigning reluctance. “But the sonic is alllll the way back at the Tardis.”
“L… let’s go then.” Yaz groaned, struggling to her feet and trying to pull the toy out of herself. It was so deeply embedded her fingers could barely get a purchase, especially with how sopping wet it was, and before she’d made any progress The Doctor pulled her hands away.
“I’ll make you a deal then, Yasmin… if you make it to the Tardis before I do, I’ll spend so long between your thighs you’ll forget how you ever lived without my tongue inside you.” she cooed, lifting her long grey coat and draping it over Yaz’s shoulders. “But… if I get there first, you’ll have to learn how to eat pussy properly first. It’s only fair.”
“Th… there’s a dildo st… stuck inside me!” Yaz whined.
“Me too. I sat on that lovely horse toy a while ago and it’s fucking stretching my ass sooooo good.” The Doctor giggled, “Come on… race you!”
In a flash of flesh and golden hair The Doctor took off, flinging the changing room door open and vanishing outside.
Yaz yelped indignantly, looked at her discarded clothes on the floor, at the sticky mess they’d made, at the grey coat only barely covering her naked, sweaty body, and sprinted after her.
The Doctor beat her by a mile, especially after remote-activating the vibrate functions on the toys sunk deep into both their twats, but by the time Yaz crawled into the Tardis on all fours, she couldn’t have cared less.