Doctor's Desk
Title: Doctor's Desk
Author: tardis_mafia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're mine - all mine! I don't own them, sadly, but I'd like to.
Characters: Martha Jones/Helen Magnus, Martha Jones/James Watson; mentions of Declan Macrae
Summary: After months working at the Sanctuary, Martha Jones is learning a little more about her employers.
A/N: Thank you to persiflage_1 for the Beta. This is a sequel to Twosome, Threesome AND, there will be a third, which WILL include Declan.
Half the day was already gone when Martha woke, tangled in the bedding, and her limbs entwined with James’. He was holding her, and without Helen in the bed, they looked like a proper couple.
She was surprised James was still asleep, given he liked to go to bed at eleven o’clock at night, then wake up at four in the morning to start work again.
When Martha stretched, she looked across the room to see a sheer white button up blouse and a short black skirt draped over a chair, and on the table were a pair of high stiletto heels. Martha knew this was her day to get something she’d been asking for.
After showering and changing, and finding James still sleeping the day away, Martha carefully maneuvered her way through the halls of the Sanctuary and stood at the door of Helen’s office. She was sitting at her desk, intently focused on a folder in front of her.
“Dr. Magnus,” Martha knocked softly, trying not to interrupt her employer.
Helen looked up, trying to mask the look of pleasure in her face. The only thing that gave her away was the flush to her light cheeks. Martha fit into the clothing perfectly and showed every curve Helen had touched the previous night.
Magnus got up and stood to the side of her desk. “Come in Martha, please…” she said with a steady voice. Martha did as she was told and Helen walked past her, shutting and locking the door. She’d thought about leaving it open for anyone to see, but wouldn't dream of exposing Martha that way, unless she'd asked permission first.
“I feel as if I should reprimand you for wearing such attire.”
“You picked it out,” Martha pointed out.
“Yes, but you chose to wear it without a bra.” Helen rounded the shorter woman, un-tucking the white blouse from Martha’s shirt, then ripped it open, sending buttons flying about. Her delicate hands cupped Martha’s breasts and tweaked her nipples tightly; enough to make Martha gasp and jump.
“You failed to include that particular undergarment when you arranged my attire,” Martha shot back, reaching out to touch Helen, but she backed away before Martha could touch her.
She grabbed Martha’s arm and dragged her to the desk, lifting the short woman onto it. Despite Martha not weighing much to begin with, she was still surprised by Helen’s strength.
“I included knickers, at least,” Martha whispered, spreading her legs so Helen was standing between them. Helen nudged up her skirt a little to see the midnight blue lace thong.
“Just barely,” Helen whispered, winking as she ran her fingers over Martha’s mound. She was very hot, but not quite wet yet. “I have a little something for you.”
Martha ground against Helen’s fingers, tilting her head back. “And that is?”
Helen reached between her own legs and slid out the red cock from last night. It was wet, glistening, and very hot from being inside her. She’d detached it from the strap, which was sitting at the corner of the desk.
She brought it up to Martha and rubbed the wet tip over her bottom lip. Martha opened her mouth immediately and began sucking the head and licking over the base. She could never get enough of Helen’s taste and badly wished she could have Helen every night; instead, she had to settle for their meet ups here in Old City, and that was enough.
Helen’s fingers slid inside Martha’s panties and stroked her clit while Martha sucked the red cock like she would James'. Martha moaned, and with every bit of added pressure from Helen’s fingers, the harder Martha sucked, took it to the back of her throat.
“Enough,” Helen whispered, bringing her fingers into her mouth to suck what she could of Martha's wetness. “Now turn around and bend over.”
Martha slid off the desk and did as she was told. Her bare breasts were pressed against the cold desk and her legs were spread as far as her skirt would allow her.
“I don’t suppose I get a raise after this,” Martha teased, feeling the cool air hit her bottom as Helen lifted her skirt, revealing the blue thong. Helen’s response was a stinging slap to Martha’s right cheek. Martha hissed at first, but when two more slaps came, she started to moan softly and grow wetter.
“This is your raise, Martha Jones,” she growled, running a hand over the slapped cheek. Helen started slapping the other side and while Martha’s eyes were closed, Magnus was sliding her skirt off. She grabbed the cock strap, reattached the red cock, then fastened it to herself. Magnus was very good at keeping someone occupied while she worked on something else.
“Now let’s see if you’re all wet…” Helen knelt down and slid Martha’s thong to the side and lapped at her hot, wet entrance. Martha’s nails scratched at the desk, which gained her another slap.
Helen’s tongue slid in and out, up and down Martha’s entrance. She could spend the day just feasting on Martha’s wetness. “I think you’re ready to be fucked now.” Helen stood again, still in her heels, and pressed against Martha, sliding the red cock inside her. Martha’s back arched and her head fell back as Helen filled her completely.
“Faster, Helen, please,” Martha begged, pushing back against her employer.
Helen disregarded Martha’s pleas, looking down to watch the cock slide in and out of Martha’s entrance slowly as it got wet.
It wasn’t until Martha started making her own thrusts that Helen knocked her off balanced and plunged into her, fucking her hard and fast, grabbing her hips in the process. Martha screamed, partly muffled by the desk.
Helen fiddled around in her desk and found two slender objects Martha would like. She turned on the small silver one that looked like a bullet and held it against Martha’s clit. Martha shuddered visibly, but didn’t let herself come yet. She took the slender instrument from Magnus and kept it at her clit while Helen pulled out the cock and slid something else inside her.
The instrument was longer and silver; she used Martha’s juices to slicken it up, and while fucking Martha with the red cock again, she teased Martha’s back entrance with the soaked instrument and slowly pushed it in.
Martha relaxed, slowly, but she relaxed enough to take it all in, so Helen knew she had experienced anal sex before. “You’ve done this with James,” Helen stated.
“I like it when he fucks me from behind… and Declan-”
Helen’s breath caught in her throat. “What of Declan?”
“He and James both took me in my bed.” The memory shot through Martha’s head again, causing her to shudder once more.
“I want to watch you three one night, if you’ll allow me.” Helen had never had the opportunity to be with Declan, but she did fantasize from time to time - having both James and Declan inside her.
Martha grinned. “You know James and I will, but we’ll have to discuss that with Declan.”
“You do that - please.” This time, Helen was the one who begged.
Magnus matched the slender instrument's thrusts with the red cock, Martha pushing back against her for more. She reached around with her free hand and grabbed one of Martha’s breasts and pinched her nipple. Martha came with a scream that could be heard down the hall.
Helen held the younger woman as she shuddered and came down from her orgasm. If Martha hadn’t been lying against the desk, she’d have collapsed.
Helen pulled out both instruments and tugged on Martha’s open shirt. “Turn around again.” Martha could barely turn, but Magnus helped her and set her back on the desk, pushing her down on her back while she went to sit in her chair. She brought Martha’s feet onto the arm rests and settled between her legs. Magnus lapped at Martha’s sodden entrance, trying to memorize the taste before she and James went home.
Once Martha was clean, Helen put on her skirt and helped Martha back up. “All ready to go, I should think,” Helen whispered before Martha dragged her into a passionate, hard kiss, tasting herself on Helen’s lips and tongue.
“Nothing for James, I take it?”
Helen smiled and kissed Martha again. “Maybe, if he’s good, but I also know how worn out he can still be after a night of passion. No doubt he’ll want this day to relax”
“Well he was asleep when I woke up this morning so I think he might be finished for the day.”
“Or until you get home, that is,” Magnus teased. “And when you get that chance to talk to Declan, please let me know.”
“You know I will, and I’m sure you’ll be willing to give him a reason to say yes?”
Magnus blushed a little. “I’m sure I will think of something…”
“And what about you, Helen Magnus? Anything I can do to return the favor?”
“No - to be honest I’d rather save it until we meet again.” Helen knew the pent up sexual energy would keep the three of them up for hours; well, at least her and Martha.
After a long kiss, Martha went back to her guest bedroom to pack and change, happy to find James finally awake and dressed. The poor man looked worn, and thoroughly fucked.
“I take it Helen gave you her personal farewell?” he asked, cupping her cheek and caressing it with his thumb before dipping down to kiss her softly.
“She did. We weren’t sure if you wanted to play again-” James closed his eyes tiredly and shook his head chuckling. “I’ll take that as a ‘next time’.”
“I may have been cured from my aging, but I’m afraid the stamina is still a little low.”
Martha just shrugged. “It’s all right. I’m not expecting us to fuck like bunnies every night.”
“Martha Jones!” The words that come out of his young doctor’s mouth…
“Come on, you. Let’s say goodbye to our mistress so we can go home.”
James shook his head again, but he was smiling. “Fuck like bunnies?” he repeated under his breath.
After a very lengthy goodbye, Helen saw off James and Martha, instantly missing that contact she didn’t have with anyone else in the Sanctuary. But at least they would be back next month for a conference, then her annual Network Ball sometime later in the year. Either way, she knew she’d see them again.
Author: tardis_mafia
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're mine - all mine! I don't own them, sadly, but I'd like to.
Characters: Martha Jones/Helen Magnus, Martha Jones/James Watson; mentions of Declan Macrae
Summary: After months working at the Sanctuary, Martha Jones is learning a little more about her employers.
A/N: Thank you to persiflage_1 for the Beta. This is a sequel to Twosome, Threesome AND, there will be a third, which WILL include Declan.
Half the day was already gone when Martha woke, tangled in the bedding, and her limbs entwined with James’. He was holding her, and without Helen in the bed, they looked like a proper couple.
She was surprised James was still asleep, given he liked to go to bed at eleven o’clock at night, then wake up at four in the morning to start work again.
When Martha stretched, she looked across the room to see a sheer white button up blouse and a short black skirt draped over a chair, and on the table were a pair of high stiletto heels. Martha knew this was her day to get something she’d been asking for.
After showering and changing, and finding James still sleeping the day away, Martha carefully maneuvered her way through the halls of the Sanctuary and stood at the door of Helen’s office. She was sitting at her desk, intently focused on a folder in front of her.
“Dr. Magnus,” Martha knocked softly, trying not to interrupt her employer.
Helen looked up, trying to mask the look of pleasure in her face. The only thing that gave her away was the flush to her light cheeks. Martha fit into the clothing perfectly and showed every curve Helen had touched the previous night.
Magnus got up and stood to the side of her desk. “Come in Martha, please…” she said with a steady voice. Martha did as she was told and Helen walked past her, shutting and locking the door. She’d thought about leaving it open for anyone to see, but wouldn't dream of exposing Martha that way, unless she'd asked permission first.
“I feel as if I should reprimand you for wearing such attire.”
“You picked it out,” Martha pointed out.
“Yes, but you chose to wear it without a bra.” Helen rounded the shorter woman, un-tucking the white blouse from Martha’s shirt, then ripped it open, sending buttons flying about. Her delicate hands cupped Martha’s breasts and tweaked her nipples tightly; enough to make Martha gasp and jump.
“You failed to include that particular undergarment when you arranged my attire,” Martha shot back, reaching out to touch Helen, but she backed away before Martha could touch her.
She grabbed Martha’s arm and dragged her to the desk, lifting the short woman onto it. Despite Martha not weighing much to begin with, she was still surprised by Helen’s strength.
“I included knickers, at least,” Martha whispered, spreading her legs so Helen was standing between them. Helen nudged up her skirt a little to see the midnight blue lace thong.
“Just barely,” Helen whispered, winking as she ran her fingers over Martha’s mound. She was very hot, but not quite wet yet. “I have a little something for you.”
Martha ground against Helen’s fingers, tilting her head back. “And that is?”
Helen reached between her own legs and slid out the red cock from last night. It was wet, glistening, and very hot from being inside her. She’d detached it from the strap, which was sitting at the corner of the desk.
She brought it up to Martha and rubbed the wet tip over her bottom lip. Martha opened her mouth immediately and began sucking the head and licking over the base. She could never get enough of Helen’s taste and badly wished she could have Helen every night; instead, she had to settle for their meet ups here in Old City, and that was enough.
Helen’s fingers slid inside Martha’s panties and stroked her clit while Martha sucked the red cock like she would James'. Martha moaned, and with every bit of added pressure from Helen’s fingers, the harder Martha sucked, took it to the back of her throat.
“Enough,” Helen whispered, bringing her fingers into her mouth to suck what she could of Martha's wetness. “Now turn around and bend over.”
Martha slid off the desk and did as she was told. Her bare breasts were pressed against the cold desk and her legs were spread as far as her skirt would allow her.
“I don’t suppose I get a raise after this,” Martha teased, feeling the cool air hit her bottom as Helen lifted her skirt, revealing the blue thong. Helen’s response was a stinging slap to Martha’s right cheek. Martha hissed at first, but when two more slaps came, she started to moan softly and grow wetter.
“This is your raise, Martha Jones,” she growled, running a hand over the slapped cheek. Helen started slapping the other side and while Martha’s eyes were closed, Magnus was sliding her skirt off. She grabbed the cock strap, reattached the red cock, then fastened it to herself. Magnus was very good at keeping someone occupied while she worked on something else.
“Now let’s see if you’re all wet…” Helen knelt down and slid Martha’s thong to the side and lapped at her hot, wet entrance. Martha’s nails scratched at the desk, which gained her another slap.
Helen’s tongue slid in and out, up and down Martha’s entrance. She could spend the day just feasting on Martha’s wetness. “I think you’re ready to be fucked now.” Helen stood again, still in her heels, and pressed against Martha, sliding the red cock inside her. Martha’s back arched and her head fell back as Helen filled her completely.
“Faster, Helen, please,” Martha begged, pushing back against her employer.
Helen disregarded Martha’s pleas, looking down to watch the cock slide in and out of Martha’s entrance slowly as it got wet.
It wasn’t until Martha started making her own thrusts that Helen knocked her off balanced and plunged into her, fucking her hard and fast, grabbing her hips in the process. Martha screamed, partly muffled by the desk.
Helen fiddled around in her desk and found two slender objects Martha would like. She turned on the small silver one that looked like a bullet and held it against Martha’s clit. Martha shuddered visibly, but didn’t let herself come yet. She took the slender instrument from Magnus and kept it at her clit while Helen pulled out the cock and slid something else inside her.
The instrument was longer and silver; she used Martha’s juices to slicken it up, and while fucking Martha with the red cock again, she teased Martha’s back entrance with the soaked instrument and slowly pushed it in.
Martha relaxed, slowly, but she relaxed enough to take it all in, so Helen knew she had experienced anal sex before. “You’ve done this with James,” Helen stated.
“I like it when he fucks me from behind… and Declan-”
Helen’s breath caught in her throat. “What of Declan?”
“He and James both took me in my bed.” The memory shot through Martha’s head again, causing her to shudder once more.
“I want to watch you three one night, if you’ll allow me.” Helen had never had the opportunity to be with Declan, but she did fantasize from time to time - having both James and Declan inside her.
Martha grinned. “You know James and I will, but we’ll have to discuss that with Declan.”
“You do that - please.” This time, Helen was the one who begged.
Magnus matched the slender instrument's thrusts with the red cock, Martha pushing back against her for more. She reached around with her free hand and grabbed one of Martha’s breasts and pinched her nipple. Martha came with a scream that could be heard down the hall.
Helen held the younger woman as she shuddered and came down from her orgasm. If Martha hadn’t been lying against the desk, she’d have collapsed.
Helen pulled out both instruments and tugged on Martha’s open shirt. “Turn around again.” Martha could barely turn, but Magnus helped her and set her back on the desk, pushing her down on her back while she went to sit in her chair. She brought Martha’s feet onto the arm rests and settled between her legs. Magnus lapped at Martha’s sodden entrance, trying to memorize the taste before she and James went home.
Once Martha was clean, Helen put on her skirt and helped Martha back up. “All ready to go, I should think,” Helen whispered before Martha dragged her into a passionate, hard kiss, tasting herself on Helen’s lips and tongue.
“Nothing for James, I take it?”
Helen smiled and kissed Martha again. “Maybe, if he’s good, but I also know how worn out he can still be after a night of passion. No doubt he’ll want this day to relax”
“Well he was asleep when I woke up this morning so I think he might be finished for the day.”
“Or until you get home, that is,” Magnus teased. “And when you get that chance to talk to Declan, please let me know.”
“You know I will, and I’m sure you’ll be willing to give him a reason to say yes?”
Magnus blushed a little. “I’m sure I will think of something…”
“And what about you, Helen Magnus? Anything I can do to return the favor?”
“No - to be honest I’d rather save it until we meet again.” Helen knew the pent up sexual energy would keep the three of them up for hours; well, at least her and Martha.
After a long kiss, Martha went back to her guest bedroom to pack and change, happy to find James finally awake and dressed. The poor man looked worn, and thoroughly fucked.
“I take it Helen gave you her personal farewell?” he asked, cupping her cheek and caressing it with his thumb before dipping down to kiss her softly.
“She did. We weren’t sure if you wanted to play again-” James closed his eyes tiredly and shook his head chuckling. “I’ll take that as a ‘next time’.”
“I may have been cured from my aging, but I’m afraid the stamina is still a little low.”
Martha just shrugged. “It’s all right. I’m not expecting us to fuck like bunnies every night.”
“Martha Jones!” The words that come out of his young doctor’s mouth…
“Come on, you. Let’s say goodbye to our mistress so we can go home.”
James shook his head again, but he was smiling. “Fuck like bunnies?” he repeated under his breath.
After a very lengthy goodbye, Helen saw off James and Martha, instantly missing that contact she didn’t have with anyone else in the Sanctuary. But at least they would be back next month for a conference, then her annual Network Ball sometime later in the year. Either way, she knew she’d see them again.