Fanfic: Read With Caution (Happy Birthday, Pers!)
Title: Read With Caution
Author: TARDIS_Mafia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Doctor Who, which is unfortunate.
Characters: Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones/Handy
Summary: Handy comes across fanfic on Live Journal and sends it off...
Beta: The uber awesome abstruse_fangrl. (If anything's wrong, it's her fault. LMAO. Just kidding...thank you, Ebby!)
*A/N: This is a birthday fic for persiflage_1...I hope you like it.
Martha was testing out a new program on her laptop when she received an e-mail, containing a link, from ‘Dandy Handy’, the Doctor’s human counterpart. Dr. Jones laughed at his screen name and read the subject line:
Read with caution.
She bit her lip for a moment, resting her hand on the mouse before opening the e-mail. Martha read the e-mail quickly and wasn’t sure if she wanted to open the link or not. The last e-mail he sent was a drawing of the two of them naked in the TARDIS. Not like she minded of course - she rather liked the picture; but she was embarrassed when she found out Handy had sent it to the Doctor as well.
Because I can’t sleep, I wound up searching the internet and I found something…quite intriguing. Click the link below.
Martha bit her lip again, staring at the link before reluctantly clicking on it. She brought the laptop closer to her on the desk and started to read something that appeared to be a story. Martha then saw her name, the Doctor’s, and lastly, Handy’s. It was a story about them in the Doctor’s bedroom.
With the Doctor kneeling on Martha’s bed with his cock in her mouth, Handy, the human Doctor, was in between the legs of Dr. Martha Jones. She writhed underneath him as he fucked her slow, then fast and hard, then slow again, before driving into her so hard, the trio of them came in unison.
Martha swallowed the Doctor as he came, not missing a drop, and licked her full lips. Handy was still riding out his orgasm before pulling out of her gently.
Martha stopped reading for a moment and wondered who on Earth - the same Earth she saved - would write a story about the three of them having sex; amazing sex from what she could tell. Peeling her eyes away, she knew she shouldn’t continue to read but the throbbing between her legs urged her to continue.
Martha quickly walked to her office door and locked it before returning to the story. She then unbuttoned her black jeans and dipped her fingers inside of her wetness and continued to read.
The Doctor then switched places with his twin, kissing Martha on the mouth hard, shoving his tongue in her mouth, tasting himself on her. Handy’s mouth descended on Martha’s dark nipples, nipping lightly.
“Fuck me hard, please.” Martha begged as the Doctor’s cock teased her entrance.
“Damn it, Martha,” the Doctor growled in her ear before thrusting himself inside of her. “I love it when you beg.”
Usually the Doctor was gentle and easy with his doctor, but not tonight. Even the TARDIS knew none of her passengers would be getting any sleep tonight.
Martha bit down harder on her lip as she rubbed her clit hard and fast. She needed a release tonight; not with some random bloke, but with the Doctor or Handy. But she knew the Doctor wouldn’t do these things to her.
Shaking her head, she continued to read.
The Doctor watched Handy fuck Martha’s mouth before rolling them over with Martha on top of him. The Time Lord then gestured with his head for Handy to take her from behind. Martha bent forward far enough for Handy to tease her back entrance. He kissed each cheek before running his tongue from her tail bone and up her back, causing Martha to shudder in delight.
Handy reached for the lube and rubbed it over his cock so he wouldn’t hurt Martha. To tease her first, he spread the lube on his fingers and slowly dipped one finger inside of her, followed quickly by a second finger.
When he could feel she was ready, he gently he eased inside and as he was fully sheathed in her, he started thrusting inside of her, matching the Doctor’s rhythm.
Martha tried to speak, but she couldn’t - she couldn’t even yell in pleasure; all she could do was feel.
Martha’s finger dipped into her hot, wet entrance while pushing her jeans and knickers down her legs with her free hand. She closed her eyes a moment, imagining the Doctor filling her to the hilt while Handy fucked her arse hard.
She opened her eyes again and continued to read.
”Fuck, Martha,” Handy breathed hotly in her ear. “So…tight…” He continued to thrust into her and reached around her body to stroke her clit while the Doctor tweaked her very sensitive nipples.
“Faster,” Martha pleaded, finally able to speak. “Please…”
On command, the Doctor and Handy gripped their lover tight and pounded into Martha until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Sweat trickled between her beautiful breasts and down her spine as they moved as one.
Handy’s fingers threaded into Martha’s black hair, pulling her head back lightly before licking up her neck to her ear lobe and sucking on it. Martha’s right hand rested on the Doctor’s hairy chest while her other hand reached behind Handy’s head, into his dark hair.
Finally, they came together, screaming each other’s names before collapsing spent on the bed.
Martha rested between the Doctor and Handy, falling asleep silently.
She closed her eyes, still envisioning the Doctor and Handy, before she came with a soft cry. Her thumb continued to stroke her clit softly as she rode out her orgasm before her hand finally stilled.
When she opened her eyes again, Martha cleaned herself up with a few tissues.
Returning to the e-mail, she wasn’t sure what to write Handy, and she knew he was expecting a reply. Martha shrugged her shoulders and began to type nervously.
Who sent that to you?!
Martha hit send and waited for a reply, which came quickly. She opened the e-mail and read it.
I just found it on a website called Live Journal. You should look into it; there are tons of stories about us.
Martha shook her head and frowned.
But how do these people know about us? Martha hit send again and waited for a reply.
I honestly don’t know…
Dr. Jones wasn’t sure what to reply, if anything at all. She knew she should just leave it at that and go home, but something was forcing her to stay there. Martha quickly thought about who would know about them and her obvious answer was Jack Harkness. Was Jack playing a joke on them, or was it someone else?
Martha shook her head and resolved to get to the bottom of this. She packed up her laptop and was getting ready to leave when the TARDIS materialized in her office. Martha closed her eyes with a sigh, having a good idea as to why the TARDIS had just materialized inside of her office. The blue ship blocked her path to the door, so she couldn’t escape. All she could do was wait to face the two men.
The Doctor emerged first, looking as embarrassed and flushed as she did.
Yeah; he’d read it too.
“Hi,” Martha said with a smile. “What brings you round so late?”
‘That was a stupid question. You know why he’s here!’ she scolded herself.
“I came to apologize for my human counterpart’s e-mail,” the Doctor blurted out. “I thought he just sent it to me, but by the time I saw your name on the sender’s list, it was too late. I’m really sorry, Martha.”
“It’s fine,” Martha said with a shrug of her shoulders before looking down and seeing the Doctor’s erection. “Did you…you know, read it all?”
The Doctor shifted a little to hide his erection but there was no way he could without putting his hands over the tent in his trousers.
“Sorry, that was a stupid question.” Martha tried to laugh it off. “Look, it’s fine, really. I just…it caught me by surprise, is all.”
“Same here,” the Time Lord said as he cleared his throat and began scratching the back of his head. “But to answer your question, yes, I read it all.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Why did you read it all?”
“I never said I did.” Martha leaned on one side and crossed her arms.
“You don’t have to say it. I can smell your arousal, Martha Jones,” the Doctor said in a low growl.
“Well I didn’t have to ask you either. I can see the tent in your trousers, Time Lord,” Martha replied, testing the waters a little more. The Doctor’s eyes grew darker and neither of them moved until Handy came out with a goofy grin on his face.
“Okay,” he started, peeking his head out of the TARDIS to look at Martha and the Doctor. He didn’t want to admit he was actually afraid to come out. “I know you’re both a bit mad, or even a little aroused. But let’s be honest,” Handy said as he daringly stepped out of the TARDIS wearing only his pajamas, “you enjoyed it.”
The Doctor and Martha exchanged looks and shook their heads.
“Oh come on you two! Don’t be a couple of party poopers. It was just a harmless story I found. And I thought since it was late here on Earth, our doctor could use a little laugh.” Handy was bouncing on his feet now, smiling like an idiot.
Martha raised her eyebrow at him, then looked at the Doctor, who smirked at her.
“Let’s get him!” Martha ran towards him, but Handy was quicker and ran into the TARDIS and towards his room. Dr. Jones got to the console, not able to pass it up without giving the ship a proper hello, then asked it where Handy’s room was. She smiled and ran to the first door she spotted. “Open up, Dandy Handy,” Martha said as she pounded on the door.
“No, you’ll hit me…” his muffled voice replied.
“I’d never hit you,” said Martha.
“You hit the Doctor,” he said defensively.
“It was a slap on the face and he was human at the time. The first time didn’t count because I was restarting one of his hearts. Just open the door.”
The Doctor moved out from behind her, pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and aimed it at the lock to open it.
“That’s not fair! He hasn’t made me one yet!” Handy exclaimed, desperately wanting to bolt out of the room, but the Doctor was standing in the doorway.
“I told you to make one yourself,” said the Doctor.
“I know, but I’d rather have you do it.”
“Look, I’m not going to kill you, but I would like to know who really wrote that story.” Martha crossed her arms.
“I told you, I don’t know - honest. “ Handy backed away with his hands up in front of him. “I just found it tonight and decided to send it in case you were interested.”
“Interested in reading about having sex with both of you?” Martha was starting to get warm again and hoped the Time Lord wasn’t picking up on her arousal. In fact, she was very interested in having sex with the Doctor and Handy, and definitely hadn’t minded reading about it.
“Well,” Handy said, kicking the floor and looking down, not meeting Martha’s eyes.
“Well, what?” asked Martha, stepping closer to the part-human.
“I was just going to say, if you’re not angry with me…and if you’re not…if you don’t hate the idea, then maybe we could…”
“Reenact what happened,” the Doctor finished. “I can smell your arousal again, Martha.” The Time Lord closed in behind her, not leaving any room for her to back away. Handy closed in on her as well, finally shutting his mouth.
“Well what else do you expect when you read a story that involves you and two attractive men you fantasize about?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. The Doctor forcefully turned her around and grabbed her face as he did on the moon, and kissed her with more passion than their first kiss on the moon. Martha was shocked at first, but she soon found herself reacting to the Doctor’s moist lips. She jumped slightly when she felt Handy pressed against her back and his erection was pressed against her bum.
“You know, it was a good thing he came across that story, or else I might not have got up enough courage to do this,” the Doctor murmured against her lips.
“I might have,” Handy grinned against her neck where his lips were firmly attached. “Of course, it would have been hard to land the TARDIS and sneak you in here without him knowing.”
“There was always my office,” Martha said smiling.
“Sex in the office on the desk…I’ll have to remember that for next time.” Handy grinned and resumed kissing Martha’s neck. His hands moved to her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her bra and black jumper.
“We have a desk in the lab,” the Doctor pulled away to look down at the woman between them. “Would you rather have us both there?”
“I thought we were going to reenact the story,” Martha bit her bottom lip.
“How about I fuck you with my tongue, first?” Handy suggested, feeling anxious to taste her. “My tongue does wonders, Martha Jones. Would you like to feel it?” he pulled Martha to the bed, picked her up and threw her down. Handy and the Doctor took no time in undressing her, although, the Time Lord wanted a little more time to undress her himself. He’d always imagined just him and Martha on his bed, alone, but didn’t complain with Handy in the picture.
“I would,” she replied and let the identical men work her the way they did in the story. The Doctor and Handy undressed themselves and crawled on to the bed like two lions ready to attack. Martha reached forward and stroked the Doctor’s velvety soft cock, swirling her thumb around the head before leaning in to take it in her mouth.
She wondered if whoever wrote the story was aware of how wonderful the Doctor’s cock felt inside her mouth, how his skin was so smooth, how incredible he tasted on her lips and tongue. It didn’t matter now - what mattered was she had him, and the Doctor’s human counterpart was about to have her.
Her back arched off the bed as Handy’s tongue licked up her wet slit before dipping into her. Martha pulled away for a moment from the Doctor’s cock, afraid she would bite down and hurt him.
As Handy continued his ministrations, so did Martha. The Doctor gently pushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek lightly. He couldn’t get over how good her mouth felt and how beautiful she looked now; well, she always looked beautiful, but especially now.
Handy pulled away and wrapped Martha’s legs around his waist and pushed inside her gently, causing her to let out a muffled yell.
“Oh…” Handy couldn’t finish his sentence as Martha’s inner muscles embraced his cock; she felt too good and if he didn’t slow down, he knew he wouldn’t last. He slowed down, resting inside her before starting up again. Martha stroked the Doctor’s stiff cock while sucking on the head and smiled as he came in her mouth and the human counterpart and Martha followed in suit.
“I believe there was another part after this.” Handy grinned like a kid on a sugar high, and Martha was his sugar.
“How many times have you read that story?” asked Martha reaching up to kiss his lips.
“Twice before I sent it to you and the Doctor.” He moaned into the kiss as the Doctor positioned himself on the bed. Martha pulled away and crawled to straddle the Doctor’s thighs, but not letting him enter her just yet. She watched him rest a while, brushing away the hair off his forehead, while Handy scooted behind her to massage her shoulders. He placed small kisses across her shoulders and down her spine while he recovered as well.
After a long rest, Martha bent down to kiss the Time Lord before sinking down on the Doctor’s cock, causing his back to arch off the bed. She could tell the Doctor was as nervous as she was. His hands were shaking as he held her hips and her bottom lip was quivering just as she rode him.
Handy placed a hand on her lower back and applied a good amount of lube on his cock while teasing Martha’s bum with his free hand.
“You sure you want to do this?” asked Handy from behind her.
“Yes,” she moaned and bent down to kiss the Doctor with urgency. Handy pushed in as slowly as he could, causing Martha to stop thrusting until he completely filled her. The Doctor stroked her sides to soothe her until Handy started moving inside her.
Soon, the trio was moving together, slowly at first, but now they were riding each other hard and fast. The Doctor’s hands cupped Martha’s breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing her to arch against Handy’s chest.
“This is so much better than the story.” Handy breathed out and Martha smiled with a slight laugh.
“Yes it is.” Martha panted and braced herself as her orgasm came hard. The two men came with her, bruising her body with their fingers. Dr. Jones collapsed on the Doctor’s chest with Handy on her back, crushing the Time Lord.
“Alright, you two,” the Doctor started, pushing them off him. He placed Martha in the middle so she could rest between them. Handy scooted up behind her with a hand on her hip, placing several soft kisses on her shoulders and neck. Martha turned her head and kissed him until they ran out of breath.
“Thank you,” Martha heard the Doctor whisper in her ear.
“You don’t need to thank me,” she smiled and reached up to kiss him. Martha ran out of breath first and pulled away slightly, enjoying the feel of two men on either side of her.
“Um,” Handy started, “I don’t suppose now would be a good time to tell you I wrote that story.”
Author: TARDIS_Mafia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Doctor Who, which is unfortunate.
Characters: Tenth Doctor/Martha Jones/Handy
Summary: Handy comes across fanfic on Live Journal and sends it off...
Beta: The uber awesome abstruse_fangrl. (If anything's wrong, it's her fault. LMAO. Just kidding...thank you, Ebby!)
*A/N: This is a birthday fic for persiflage_1...I hope you like it.
Martha was testing out a new program on her laptop when she received an e-mail, containing a link, from ‘Dandy Handy’, the Doctor’s human counterpart. Dr. Jones laughed at his screen name and read the subject line:
Read with caution.
She bit her lip for a moment, resting her hand on the mouse before opening the e-mail. Martha read the e-mail quickly and wasn’t sure if she wanted to open the link or not. The last e-mail he sent was a drawing of the two of them naked in the TARDIS. Not like she minded of course - she rather liked the picture; but she was embarrassed when she found out Handy had sent it to the Doctor as well.
Because I can’t sleep, I wound up searching the internet and I found something…quite intriguing. Click the link below.
Martha bit her lip again, staring at the link before reluctantly clicking on it. She brought the laptop closer to her on the desk and started to read something that appeared to be a story. Martha then saw her name, the Doctor’s, and lastly, Handy’s. It was a story about them in the Doctor’s bedroom.
With the Doctor kneeling on Martha’s bed with his cock in her mouth, Handy, the human Doctor, was in between the legs of Dr. Martha Jones. She writhed underneath him as he fucked her slow, then fast and hard, then slow again, before driving into her so hard, the trio of them came in unison.
Martha swallowed the Doctor as he came, not missing a drop, and licked her full lips. Handy was still riding out his orgasm before pulling out of her gently.
Martha stopped reading for a moment and wondered who on Earth - the same Earth she saved - would write a story about the three of them having sex; amazing sex from what she could tell. Peeling her eyes away, she knew she shouldn’t continue to read but the throbbing between her legs urged her to continue.
Martha quickly walked to her office door and locked it before returning to the story. She then unbuttoned her black jeans and dipped her fingers inside of her wetness and continued to read.
The Doctor then switched places with his twin, kissing Martha on the mouth hard, shoving his tongue in her mouth, tasting himself on her. Handy’s mouth descended on Martha’s dark nipples, nipping lightly.
“Fuck me hard, please.” Martha begged as the Doctor’s cock teased her entrance.
“Damn it, Martha,” the Doctor growled in her ear before thrusting himself inside of her. “I love it when you beg.”
Usually the Doctor was gentle and easy with his doctor, but not tonight. Even the TARDIS knew none of her passengers would be getting any sleep tonight.
Martha bit down harder on her lip as she rubbed her clit hard and fast. She needed a release tonight; not with some random bloke, but with the Doctor or Handy. But she knew the Doctor wouldn’t do these things to her.
Shaking her head, she continued to read.
The Doctor watched Handy fuck Martha’s mouth before rolling them over with Martha on top of him. The Time Lord then gestured with his head for Handy to take her from behind. Martha bent forward far enough for Handy to tease her back entrance. He kissed each cheek before running his tongue from her tail bone and up her back, causing Martha to shudder in delight.
Handy reached for the lube and rubbed it over his cock so he wouldn’t hurt Martha. To tease her first, he spread the lube on his fingers and slowly dipped one finger inside of her, followed quickly by a second finger.
When he could feel she was ready, he gently he eased inside and as he was fully sheathed in her, he started thrusting inside of her, matching the Doctor’s rhythm.
Martha tried to speak, but she couldn’t - she couldn’t even yell in pleasure; all she could do was feel.
Martha’s finger dipped into her hot, wet entrance while pushing her jeans and knickers down her legs with her free hand. She closed her eyes a moment, imagining the Doctor filling her to the hilt while Handy fucked her arse hard.
She opened her eyes again and continued to read.
”Fuck, Martha,” Handy breathed hotly in her ear. “So…tight…” He continued to thrust into her and reached around her body to stroke her clit while the Doctor tweaked her very sensitive nipples.
“Faster,” Martha pleaded, finally able to speak. “Please…”
On command, the Doctor and Handy gripped their lover tight and pounded into Martha until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Sweat trickled between her beautiful breasts and down her spine as they moved as one.
Handy’s fingers threaded into Martha’s black hair, pulling her head back lightly before licking up her neck to her ear lobe and sucking on it. Martha’s right hand rested on the Doctor’s hairy chest while her other hand reached behind Handy’s head, into his dark hair.
Finally, they came together, screaming each other’s names before collapsing spent on the bed.
Martha rested between the Doctor and Handy, falling asleep silently.
She closed her eyes, still envisioning the Doctor and Handy, before she came with a soft cry. Her thumb continued to stroke her clit softly as she rode out her orgasm before her hand finally stilled.
When she opened her eyes again, Martha cleaned herself up with a few tissues.
Returning to the e-mail, she wasn’t sure what to write Handy, and she knew he was expecting a reply. Martha shrugged her shoulders and began to type nervously.
Who sent that to you?!
Martha hit send and waited for a reply, which came quickly. She opened the e-mail and read it.
I just found it on a website called Live Journal. You should look into it; there are tons of stories about us.
Martha shook her head and frowned.
But how do these people know about us? Martha hit send again and waited for a reply.
I honestly don’t know…
Dr. Jones wasn’t sure what to reply, if anything at all. She knew she should just leave it at that and go home, but something was forcing her to stay there. Martha quickly thought about who would know about them and her obvious answer was Jack Harkness. Was Jack playing a joke on them, or was it someone else?
Martha shook her head and resolved to get to the bottom of this. She packed up her laptop and was getting ready to leave when the TARDIS materialized in her office. Martha closed her eyes with a sigh, having a good idea as to why the TARDIS had just materialized inside of her office. The blue ship blocked her path to the door, so she couldn’t escape. All she could do was wait to face the two men.
The Doctor emerged first, looking as embarrassed and flushed as she did.
Yeah; he’d read it too.
“Hi,” Martha said with a smile. “What brings you round so late?”
‘That was a stupid question. You know why he’s here!’ she scolded herself.
“I came to apologize for my human counterpart’s e-mail,” the Doctor blurted out. “I thought he just sent it to me, but by the time I saw your name on the sender’s list, it was too late. I’m really sorry, Martha.”
“It’s fine,” Martha said with a shrug of her shoulders before looking down and seeing the Doctor’s erection. “Did you…you know, read it all?”
The Doctor shifted a little to hide his erection but there was no way he could without putting his hands over the tent in his trousers.
“Sorry, that was a stupid question.” Martha tried to laugh it off. “Look, it’s fine, really. I just…it caught me by surprise, is all.”
“Same here,” the Time Lord said as he cleared his throat and began scratching the back of his head. “But to answer your question, yes, I read it all.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Why did you read it all?”
“I never said I did.” Martha leaned on one side and crossed her arms.
“You don’t have to say it. I can smell your arousal, Martha Jones,” the Doctor said in a low growl.
“Well I didn’t have to ask you either. I can see the tent in your trousers, Time Lord,” Martha replied, testing the waters a little more. The Doctor’s eyes grew darker and neither of them moved until Handy came out with a goofy grin on his face.
“Okay,” he started, peeking his head out of the TARDIS to look at Martha and the Doctor. He didn’t want to admit he was actually afraid to come out. “I know you’re both a bit mad, or even a little aroused. But let’s be honest,” Handy said as he daringly stepped out of the TARDIS wearing only his pajamas, “you enjoyed it.”
The Doctor and Martha exchanged looks and shook their heads.
“Oh come on you two! Don’t be a couple of party poopers. It was just a harmless story I found. And I thought since it was late here on Earth, our doctor could use a little laugh.” Handy was bouncing on his feet now, smiling like an idiot.
Martha raised her eyebrow at him, then looked at the Doctor, who smirked at her.
“Let’s get him!” Martha ran towards him, but Handy was quicker and ran into the TARDIS and towards his room. Dr. Jones got to the console, not able to pass it up without giving the ship a proper hello, then asked it where Handy’s room was. She smiled and ran to the first door she spotted. “Open up, Dandy Handy,” Martha said as she pounded on the door.
“No, you’ll hit me…” his muffled voice replied.
“I’d never hit you,” said Martha.
“You hit the Doctor,” he said defensively.
“It was a slap on the face and he was human at the time. The first time didn’t count because I was restarting one of his hearts. Just open the door.”
The Doctor moved out from behind her, pulled out his sonic screwdriver, and aimed it at the lock to open it.
“That’s not fair! He hasn’t made me one yet!” Handy exclaimed, desperately wanting to bolt out of the room, but the Doctor was standing in the doorway.
“I told you to make one yourself,” said the Doctor.
“I know, but I’d rather have you do it.”
“Look, I’m not going to kill you, but I would like to know who really wrote that story.” Martha crossed her arms.
“I told you, I don’t know - honest. “ Handy backed away with his hands up in front of him. “I just found it tonight and decided to send it in case you were interested.”
“Interested in reading about having sex with both of you?” Martha was starting to get warm again and hoped the Time Lord wasn’t picking up on her arousal. In fact, she was very interested in having sex with the Doctor and Handy, and definitely hadn’t minded reading about it.
“Well,” Handy said, kicking the floor and looking down, not meeting Martha’s eyes.
“Well, what?” asked Martha, stepping closer to the part-human.
“I was just going to say, if you’re not angry with me…and if you’re not…if you don’t hate the idea, then maybe we could…”
“Reenact what happened,” the Doctor finished. “I can smell your arousal again, Martha.” The Time Lord closed in behind her, not leaving any room for her to back away. Handy closed in on her as well, finally shutting his mouth.
“Well what else do you expect when you read a story that involves you and two attractive men you fantasize about?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. The Doctor forcefully turned her around and grabbed her face as he did on the moon, and kissed her with more passion than their first kiss on the moon. Martha was shocked at first, but she soon found herself reacting to the Doctor’s moist lips. She jumped slightly when she felt Handy pressed against her back and his erection was pressed against her bum.
“You know, it was a good thing he came across that story, or else I might not have got up enough courage to do this,” the Doctor murmured against her lips.
“I might have,” Handy grinned against her neck where his lips were firmly attached. “Of course, it would have been hard to land the TARDIS and sneak you in here without him knowing.”
“There was always my office,” Martha said smiling.
“Sex in the office on the desk…I’ll have to remember that for next time.” Handy grinned and resumed kissing Martha’s neck. His hands moved to her breasts, tweaking her nipples through her bra and black jumper.
“We have a desk in the lab,” the Doctor pulled away to look down at the woman between them. “Would you rather have us both there?”
“I thought we were going to reenact the story,” Martha bit her bottom lip.
“How about I fuck you with my tongue, first?” Handy suggested, feeling anxious to taste her. “My tongue does wonders, Martha Jones. Would you like to feel it?” he pulled Martha to the bed, picked her up and threw her down. Handy and the Doctor took no time in undressing her, although, the Time Lord wanted a little more time to undress her himself. He’d always imagined just him and Martha on his bed, alone, but didn’t complain with Handy in the picture.
“I would,” she replied and let the identical men work her the way they did in the story. The Doctor and Handy undressed themselves and crawled on to the bed like two lions ready to attack. Martha reached forward and stroked the Doctor’s velvety soft cock, swirling her thumb around the head before leaning in to take it in her mouth.
She wondered if whoever wrote the story was aware of how wonderful the Doctor’s cock felt inside her mouth, how his skin was so smooth, how incredible he tasted on her lips and tongue. It didn’t matter now - what mattered was she had him, and the Doctor’s human counterpart was about to have her.
Her back arched off the bed as Handy’s tongue licked up her wet slit before dipping into her. Martha pulled away for a moment from the Doctor’s cock, afraid she would bite down and hurt him.
As Handy continued his ministrations, so did Martha. The Doctor gently pushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek lightly. He couldn’t get over how good her mouth felt and how beautiful she looked now; well, she always looked beautiful, but especially now.
Handy pulled away and wrapped Martha’s legs around his waist and pushed inside her gently, causing her to let out a muffled yell.
“Oh…” Handy couldn’t finish his sentence as Martha’s inner muscles embraced his cock; she felt too good and if he didn’t slow down, he knew he wouldn’t last. He slowed down, resting inside her before starting up again. Martha stroked the Doctor’s stiff cock while sucking on the head and smiled as he came in her mouth and the human counterpart and Martha followed in suit.
“I believe there was another part after this.” Handy grinned like a kid on a sugar high, and Martha was his sugar.
“How many times have you read that story?” asked Martha reaching up to kiss his lips.
“Twice before I sent it to you and the Doctor.” He moaned into the kiss as the Doctor positioned himself on the bed. Martha pulled away and crawled to straddle the Doctor’s thighs, but not letting him enter her just yet. She watched him rest a while, brushing away the hair off his forehead, while Handy scooted behind her to massage her shoulders. He placed small kisses across her shoulders and down her spine while he recovered as well.
After a long rest, Martha bent down to kiss the Time Lord before sinking down on the Doctor’s cock, causing his back to arch off the bed. She could tell the Doctor was as nervous as she was. His hands were shaking as he held her hips and her bottom lip was quivering just as she rode him.
Handy placed a hand on her lower back and applied a good amount of lube on his cock while teasing Martha’s bum with his free hand.
“You sure you want to do this?” asked Handy from behind her.
“Yes,” she moaned and bent down to kiss the Doctor with urgency. Handy pushed in as slowly as he could, causing Martha to stop thrusting until he completely filled her. The Doctor stroked her sides to soothe her until Handy started moving inside her.
Soon, the trio was moving together, slowly at first, but now they were riding each other hard and fast. The Doctor’s hands cupped Martha’s breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing her to arch against Handy’s chest.
“This is so much better than the story.” Handy breathed out and Martha smiled with a slight laugh.
“Yes it is.” Martha panted and braced herself as her orgasm came hard. The two men came with her, bruising her body with their fingers. Dr. Jones collapsed on the Doctor’s chest with Handy on her back, crushing the Time Lord.
“Alright, you two,” the Doctor started, pushing them off him. He placed Martha in the middle so she could rest between them. Handy scooted up behind her with a hand on her hip, placing several soft kisses on her shoulders and neck. Martha turned her head and kissed him until they ran out of breath.
“Thank you,” Martha heard the Doctor whisper in her ear.
“You don’t need to thank me,” she smiled and reached up to kiss him. Martha ran out of breath first and pulled away slightly, enjoying the feel of two men on either side of her.
“Um,” Handy started, “I don’t suppose now would be a good time to tell you I wrote that story.”