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Girls Night Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2023-01-22 23:22:56 +0000 UTCPublic Call
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The thumping bass of Mellixian Club music hammered in The Doctor’s ears, bringing a happy, horny smile to her face and making her fat cheeks wiggle in her seat. She groaned, one hand petting her fat, round belly, the other lifting a pint-glass of steaming, stinking sperm to her lips. Her eyes crossed and her nose drank in the stench as the thick muck slithered down her throat, her pussy gushing with delight, well trained to expect attention whenever the taste of cum met the Time-Lord’s tongue.
She polished off the entire pint and burped, fingers running around the inside of the glass and scooping every last drop into her greedy maw.
God she loved spunk, even the synthetic substitute the Tardis helpfully provided. She could drink it by the gallon, in fact she did, regularly. She giggled and licked her lips, noticing a few stray drops of white on her immense udders and hoisting the fleshy orbs up to lick them clean.
“Doctor.” Yaz called from somewhere behind her. “Are you dressed?”
“Nope.” The Doctor hummed, fondling a heavy, milk-laden breast.
She heard Yaz sigh behind her, she could almost hear her pouting.
She turned and groaned, seeing Yaz’s getup. Her brown-skinned, baby-bearing, teenaged whore of a wife had squeezed her heavily enhanced tits into a tiny blue mesh top that did absolutely nothing to cover her rack. The dark brown circles of her milky areola could be clearly seen under the top, along with every inch of skin below them down to the tiny denim shorts hugging her fat ass. The shorts were unzipped fully and opened wide around Yaz’s pregnant stomach, with a tiny blue thong peeking out, resting over her hips. Her legs were snug in the same blue fishnets as her chest, and tall black boots with deliciously high heels. She’d slipped a trashy fur jacket over her shoulders, opened completely around her protruding udders and immense belly. Around her throat was a thick leather collar with ‘slut’ printed in sparkling faux diamonds.
“Aw Yazzie, I’m sorry, I was hungry.”
“I’ve been waiting.” Yaz whined. “We’ve never streetwalked before, I wanna get fucked in an alley like a real whore!”
“Yazzie you are a real whore.” The Doctor cooed soothingly.
Yaz did not succumb to her usual charms, instead she scowled and folded her hands over her bust, one hip pushing to the side. Her growl was enough to make The Doctor whine and slip off her stool. “You look super slutty.” She offered hopefully. Yaz’s lip curled, unimpressed.
“I’m going to rub one out in the console room, and then I’m leaving, with or without you.” she hissed, turning and sashaying away. Her exit might have been a little more intimidating if the Mellixian music hadn’t had her fat brown butt jiggling and bouncing as she left.
The Doctor pouted and sighed. She supposed she had better get dressed up too, or Yaz would be angry with her all week, as much as she loved getting hatefucked by her young bride, cuddling up to her with a belly full of spunk was always the highlight of her nights.
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“Yaaaazzie.” The Doctor cooed, hands squeezing at her hips from behind. “What do you think?”
Yaz turned and raised a brow, scowling up and down her partner’s whorish outfit. The Doctor had raided the Tardis’ wardrobe just as she had, seemingly searching for whatever was bright, colourful, and covered as little skin as possible. Whilst Yaz had opted mostly for blue, The Doctor was wearing almost exclusively pink. Her high-heeled boots were a gaudy plastic pink and reached up to the bottom of her thick thighs, joined by a pink pair of crotchless fishnet tights that ‘covered’ the rest of her lower half. She wore a tiny pink skirt that certainly didn’t have any panties underneath, her bulging belly was just as bare and round as Yaz’s. She hadn’t bothered to cover up her chest, her entire upper body naked from swollen stomach to heaving udders, only two tiny crosses of tape covering her nipples. She had put on a jacket of the same shiny pink plastic material as her boots, which was so small and tight it couldn’t have closed around her chest, let alone her belly. She too was wearing a thick collar, but hers bore the word ‘MILF’ in big silver block letters.
“You look like a cheap slut.” Yaz growled, almost impressed enough by her wife’s whorish outfit that she could forgive getting stood up waiting for the evening’s fun.
“Aww.” The Doctor grinned, kissing her nose. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said all week.”
“Come on, I’ve needed cock all day and I’m through waiting.” Yaz sighed, allowing herself a small smile at The Doctor’s eager grin. “Let’s find a corner.”
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“Hiya girls… lookin’ for a good time?” The Doctor purred, cocking a hip and smiling down at a trio of young women walking past. Yaz sighed and rolled her eyes, The Doctor’s taste was getting wider by the day, at this point she’d fuck anything on two legs. The teens were at least good-looking enough and judging by the bulges in their pants they could give them a fun time, but Yaz would have preferred some customers with the experience to treat them like they wanted. The three were all chestnut-skinned and lithe, with sleek lilac hair marked with strands of silver and white. They had a distinctively punk aesthetic, all ripped jeans and battered jackets and sharp silver piercings.
At first glance, Yaz had thought they were humans, but the purple hair and glowing yellow eyes quickly corrected her. She shivered slightly in the cool night air and shifted her weight. They’d chosen a nice street corner in the city and had been fishing for cocks for almost an hour. Somehow, the sneers of disgust that were shot their way were just as intoxicating as the lustful glances, but despite her exhibitionistic arousal, she was ready to be dicked down.
“How much?” The leader of the group smirked, folding her arms over her chest and admiring The Doctor’s curvy form.
The Doctor hummed thoughtfully before shrugging. “How much you got?”
“Twenty bucks.” One of the girls behind the leader sighed impatiently, “C’mon Scara, stop wasting time with this piece of fuckmeat, you can’t even afford her.”
“Whoa hey, we’re cheap!” The Doctor giggled, pushing out her chest. “Twenty bucks will get you whatever you like.”
“No kidding.” Scara grinned, “A fine piece of Milfmeat like you for twenty?”
“Wanna go somewhere private?” The Doctor asked softly, draping her hands over Scara’s slender shoulders and pushing her udders against the girl’s chest.
“Here’s fine” Scara purred, taking a handful of The Doctor’s ass and squeezing tight. The Blonde mewed and pressed a wet kiss onto the teenage alien, tongues swirling in their cheeks before wriggling openly between them as their lips broke apart.
“Girls!” A sharp voice barked, making all three teens jump and spin around. An immense wall of a woman was prowling closer, her dark skin complimented by a shock of white hair and glowing yellow eyes. She grabbed Scara by the scalp and yanked her backwards, growling down at The Doctor who whimpered and bit her lip admiringly.
“Mistress Anaya! We were just…”
“Buying whores.” Anaya growled, sneering at The Doctor. “Cheap whores, I expect better.”
“But we’re horny.” Scara whined, “It’s been days since we last fucked!”
“So you grab whatever hole you see first?” Anaya grunted, “You are Princesses of Vast’an, you must have higher… standards…” she trailed off as she saw Yaz, brows raising and sharp eyes drifting down over her voluptuous teenage body.
“Hi.” Yaz smiled knowingly, “Looking for a little fun?”
“Who… are you?” Anaya asked softly, releasing her ward and padding towards her. “You’re a pretty little whore, prettier than most.”
“I’m Yaz, and… I’d be more than happy to take care of such a big, beautiful woman.”
“Hmmf… you are already pregnant…” Anaya muttered bitterly.
“Wish you could knock me up yourself?” Yaz giggled, tracing a small circle over Anaya’s muscular belly with a finger. “I’m sure I could still… accommodate you.”
Anaya hummed and took Yaz by the throat, prowling around her and grabbing her ass. “it has been a while… almost two days…I am so very full.”
“A whole two days?” Yaz grinned sarcastically, biting her lip as Anaya pressed against her back, dark lips playing at her soft brown earlobe.
“Th… they’re Vastons.” The Doctor moaned as Scara and one of the other girls mauled her fat, pale breasts, fingers sinking into her bust and tugging on her hard, pink nipples. “Th… their sex-drive is incredible. They fuck… for everything, saying hello… saying goodbye… meals… arguments.”
“The trip here took days.” Scara whined, hands roaming lower to cup The Doctor’s pregnancy. “I’m so very full.”
“Then let Auntie Doctor take care of those aching balls.” The Doctor cooed, batting her lashes and tugging the three teens deeper into the alley. “You’ll feel so much better once you’ve emptied these gorgeous young cocks into my filthy body.”
Anaya huffed and gripped Yaz by the hips, walking her off the street as well. “It seems that I might as well make use of you, if my wards will be draining themselves.”
“Hmm, whatever you like.” Yaz mewed, giggling as Anaya yanked her tiny shorts off her body with a sharp rip and her rough, calloused hands began exploring her brown cheeks.
The Doctor, meanwhile, had been shoved down, squatting low so her fat, fishnetted ass was on full display as her miniskirt rose up. Her eyes glittered as the teens eagerly unfurled their cocks, each one a foot-long pole of thick, warm meat, ending in a flared, spade-shaped head like a horse. Immediately The Doctor was greedily slurping her way up and down the immense horsecocks, getting them nice and wet, ready to be sheathed deep into her holes.
She made a wet, burbling mew as her mouth roamed from cock to cock, smearing her face with potent musk and her own time-lord spit, but her skills at sucking dick were not enough for the impatient Vastons.
“Ooh!” she yelped as Scara grabbed her by the hips and positioned herself beneath her, slamming her down and impaling her asshole on her cock. The Doctor’s moan was muffled by the others shoving their meat into her mouth, making her gag and splutter as her throat was stretched by fat alien dickmeat.
Yaz moaned vaguely as Anaya had her way with her, the Vaston Mistress hooking her fingers into her mouth and using her face for leverage as she forced her monstrous rod deep into Yaz’s asshole. Yaz’s eyes rolled with every thrust, her tongue flopped helplessly from her mouth as her lips were yanked apart. She could feel the milk in her breasts begin to slosh around as her body quivered and was immensely glad she’d emptied herself before going out, both because she wasn’t leaking and because it would be wonderfully refreshing once she got back home.
The rough brick of the heavily graffitied wall she was pressed against was sore against her tits, but Yaz had been well-trained to associate pain with pleasure by days of violent, brutal mating sessions over the past months. Pain and pleasure were more or less the same thing to her at this point, so as her ass was stretched beyond the point of agony, she simply moaned and braced herself against the wall, content to be buttfucked by her very first customer.
Behind them, The Doctor was enjoying herself just as much, plump thighs quivering and beginning to ache as she hauled her immense rump up and down on Scara’s rod. “You wanna watch this fat ass bounce?” She groaned, tearing her face away from the two cocks and shooting a spit-smeared grin over her shoulder. “You wanna make this milf bitch shake?” She hoisted her hips upwards until Scara’s flared head was just within her stretched out rosebud before slapping herself down with a meaty thwack of flesh. Contained in nothing but her fishnets, The Doctor bounced and wiggled her fat cheeks like a stripper, fucking herself on Scara’s rod as the girl lay back and moaned happily. A strong black hand slapped down on one of the fleshy pads and sent assmeat rippling and quivering away. The Doctor giggled and shook her ass back all the more enthusiastically, hands taking up the other two princess’ cocks and guiding them into her gaping mouth once again.
If anyone beyond their alleyway heard the animalistic, ball-draining fuckfest they didn’t come to investigate. But for The Doctor and Yaz cared, the whole city could have been standing and watching and it would have only made the experience better. They were there to be fucked like they were nothing but meat, surrounded by garbage, by strangers who wouldn’t even remember them the next morning, and that was exactly what they were getting.
An hour passed before the Vastons reached their limit, lifetimes of constant sex having tremendously extended their stamina. Yaz and The Doctor had been taken in every hole in every position, pressed together, against the walls, against the floor. Held in nelson holds, taken like bitches in heat and used like nothing more than fuckmeat, just as they’d wanted.
The Doctor was mad with pleasure, face-down on the slick alley floor as all three girls forced their cocks inside her ruined asshole. Any human woman would have been split apart, but the Time-Lord simply suffered orgasm after crashing orgasm, spraying her arousal onto the concrete as her pucker was reamed.
“Fuuuuuuck Yeaaaahh.” The Doctor crooned vaguely, enjoying the cool wet concrete of the alley floor against her cheek as she lay, face-down and ass-up, three throbbing Vaston cocks stretching her ruined hole. “Stuff my guts with your cum!”
“Fucking slut… won’t… quit!” Scara growled, swatting a reddened cheek and working hard with her friends to force every last inch of their three cocks into The Doctor’s asshole. The fuck-drunk Time-lord groaned with bliss and pushed herself back against them, snorting like a deranged beast as pain and pleasure warped her mind.
“Scara… cumming!” one of the girls whined. “Bond with me!” she reached out and clutched Scara’s cheek, her palm glowing purple and her eyes flashing white. Scara let out a low groan of delight and returned the gesture, grabbing the third girl so that all three teenagers were moaning and glowing in unison, pleasure and sensation joined and amplified in a psychic bond that sent all three of them spewing their seed into The Doctor’s guts.
The blonde milf hooker gurgled happily down into the alleyway grime smearing her whorish outfit, lashes fluttering as almost painfully hot semen rushed into her intestines. This was what she had been dreaming of ever since Yaz had first suggested streetwalking. Here she was, once the most brilliant woman in the universe, face-down in garbage and slime being buttfucked by strangers for spare change. She could taste cock on her breath, feel damp alleyway grime wet against her face, mixing with running mascara and smeared lipstick. She was filthy, she was stupid, she was slutty.
She was perfect.
Then, just to cap off the perfect first round of the night, The Doctor gagged and vomited steaming-hot spunk over her face and the floor, her guts overflowing and pouring past her debased lips.
As her customers pulled out, leaving her gaping and winking in the cold night air, The Doctor sighed and licked her lips. Feeling gallons of cum vacate her stuffed guts via the rear entrance and splatter onto the alley floor in wet, messy gushes. The blonde couldn’t imagine a more successful first attempt at properly prostituting herself.
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“Guh.” Yaz grunted as Anaya rammed her throbbing horsecock to the base into her ass, letting out a low hiss of passion before gripping her skull in a deathgrip. Yaz squealed as her pleasure and pain were suddenly amplified tenfold, her body quivering and her eyes rattling in her skull.
The bond only lasted a second before Yaz crumpled to the floor, moaning as Anaya grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head backwards so she was bent over, belly thrust out and face staring upside-down down the barrel of Anaya’s cock.
She smiled despite her shock and the rather spectacular pain in her back as she was bent backwards and opened her mouth wide with an accommodating “Mah.” Anaya grunted, a small smirk betraying how pleased she was with Yaz’s compliance and jutted her hips forwards and sheathed every inch of her fat black snake into the girl’s gullet.
Yaz’s nostrils flared as the broad, flat head of Anaya’s cockhead slipped down her oesophagus, before twitching, and pouring gallons of virile, squirming spunk into her belly. It wasn’t the first time she’d been pumped full of so much cum, but her belly was already quite occupied by her daughters. She was worried by the tension in her stomach that she might burst, but then the simple fact that she was at full capacity solved itself.
“Gwah!” Yaz spluttered as semen jetted from her nostrils and shot from her lips as Anaya pulled away from her. The resulting puddle Yaz flopped into was impressive to say the least, soaking into what little clothes she was wearing and matting her hair together before mixing with the equally massive pool of alien semen The Doctor was currently massaging into her skin. She smiled messily up at the cloudy sky and then whimpered as a few last splats of cum rained down on her face, licking her lips of the virile, salty sperm.
“You… are an impressive young whore.” The Vaston hummed, petting her drained rod fondly before tucking it away. “What species?”
“Hu… human.” Yaz smiled, strands of spit and cum webbing her lips as they parted. “Happy… I am… good hooker.”
“One of the best I have had the pleasure to wrap around my cock.” Amaya grunted, swiping at her forehead before sighing. “Now… twenty in local currency, wasn’t it?” she reached into her pocket and tossed two measly notes onto the messy, spunk-spattered chest of the girl lying beneath her. She turned and stalked towards her wards, pushing past and throwing another two notes at The Doctor. The little slips fluttered down and stuck to the cum-soaked mess of her rump, framing her gaping hole as it quivered and spat wads of cooling sperm onto the concrete below. She reached out and grabbed the three girls still giggling and teasing the ruined blonde by the hair, yanking them sharply away from their messy plaything. “And now, we must leave.”
“Aw… Mistress can’t we go another round?” Scara whined as she was led firmly away towards the exit of the alleyway.
“No, we are already late, the embassy will be worrying why we did not arrive on schedule.” Anaya said simply, “There will be whores to entertain us there, now come.”
“Thank you!” one of the girls called out over her shoulder as she was tugged out into the street. “Your butt was great!”
“Our… pleasure.” The Doctor smiled weakly, rolling onto her side and plugging the oozing hole of her ass with a fist. The wet squelch of her hand slipping into herself took the place of the guttural grunting and groaning of her assraping, but that soon was replaced as well by quiet giggling and soft kissing sounds as Yaz hauled her aching body close and rested her cheek on her wife’s hip.
“You… look so beautiful.” Yaz mumbled, reaching out and tangling her fingers in The Doctor’s filthy hair. “This is amazing.”
“You’re amazing.” The Doctor breathed. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Yaz smiled, giggling as The Doctor knelt and leaned forwards. “Our money’s all gross and sticky.” She laughed, peeling the notes off the muck covering the blonde’s fat ass.
“Who cares? S’not like we need it.” The Doctor hummed, lowering herself to the ground and whimpering as Yaz’s breath tickled the twitching hole of her ass. “The Tardis gives us whatever we need. It’s just… hot… to sell ourselves.”
“Still.” Yaz sniffed, holding the damp notes between her fingers and wrinkling her nose. “Ew.”
“Hmm, you’re not embracing the role.” The Doctor purred, shuffling backwards on her hands and knees until her cheeks were rubbing Yaz’s chest. “We’re gutter whores, cheap stupid sluts. We fuck for spare change and sleep in alleys and we never ever waste a drop of yummy cum. Like so.”
“Doctor!” Yaz groaned as the blonde lowered her face to the grimy concrete of the alley floor, smeared with the cum that had come pouring from them both, and began to eagerly lap the mess up. “That’s so disgusting!”
“So’s rimming my asshole and slurping up all the delicious spunk in my guts.” The Doctor moaned, dragging her tongue over the floor and cleaning a path through the vile mixture smearing it. Yaz bit her lip, not even trying to resist before she bowing her head and slipping her tongue into the cummy mess of The Doctor’s hole. She moaned at the familiar taste of Time-lord asshole and virile sperm and clutched the whore’s wide hips tight, burying her tongue as deep as she could into the filthy ruins of The Doctor’s body.
Isolated in their damp little alleyway, The Doctor and Yaz surrendered to their greed. As The Doctor slurped and lapped at the concrete below them like some debased Roomba, the only thought in her mind was how much she needed to have every last drop of cum splattering the floor in her mouth. She didn’t care how filthy it was, or how vile the taste was, her craving to be the lowest of the low had never been stronger.
Behind her, Yaz groaned, pulling away and swallowing a mouthful of cum. She admired the glistening rump before her and sighed happily, nuzzling her face against the sopping mound of The Doctor’s sex.
“There’s no cum in there silly.” The blonde sighed, chewing her lower lip.
“Don’t think I can get much more out of your ass anyways.” Yaz hummed. “Besides, your pussy is the perfect pudding.”
The Doctor giggled and rested her cheek on the floor as Yaz devoured her womanhood, eyes closed and soft moans escaping her lips. Neither woman heard their next customer stumbling closer.
“Huh… you… two sluts for sale?” a voice slurred.
The Doctor looked up to see a dishevelled woman squinting down at them, the bottle in her hand spilling as she swayed drunkenly from side to side.
“How much ya got?” Yaz beamed, resting her chin on The Doctor’s rump.
The drunk fished around in her pants and threw a battered old wallet at them. Yaz rifled through it with a raised brow and sighed, there was a few measly coins and an out of date credit card inside. She showed it to The Doctor who giggled and politely closed the wallet.
“For all that, we’ll suck your cock and swallow all your yummy cum.” she purred, “How’s that sound?”
“Fuckin’ perfect.” The drunk smirked, awkwardly tugging her cock out and sheathing it in the welcoming hole of The Doctor’s mouth. Yaz smiled and cradled her wife’s head, just happy to be whoring in some nameless alley to some worthless drunk with the woman she loved.
The drunk was soon followed by a pair of teenaged boys who gagged each of them on their cocks. Then came a battered, bleeding woman who’d just come out the losing end of a boxing match, she took out her frustration by choking the Doctor until she passed out, and blew two loads of spunk into her pregnant twat and another across Yaz’s beaming face. A local gang made good use of the pair in the early hours, and by dawn both Yaz and the Doctor could barely be recognised under the thick blanket of sperm oozing over their disgusting, degenerate bodies.
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“Doctor?”
“Yeah babe?”
“What’s gonna happen after we have our babies?”
The Doctor took a long, deep breath from her bong, inhaling a sweet-smelling purple smoke before falling back onto the bed beside her wife. She blew a tall plume of mist from her lips and sighed. “Dunno.”
Yaz pursed her lips and shuffled tighter against her, tugging the blankets of their messy bed along to cover her massive belly. “D’you think… maybe we’ll go back to how we were?”
The Doctor turned her head. “What’cha mean?”
“Like, before we went and fucked the Peresites?” Yaz hummed, squeezing the doctor’s hand in her own. “We were different, weren’t we?”
“I don’t remember.” The doctor lied with a shrug. “Who cares? S’not like it matters.”
“I used to be so different, I used to be a cop.” Yaz sighed thoughtfully. “You used to be so kind… you saved so many lives…”
“Yeah, well now I’m out here making new ones.” The Doctor scowled, stroking her belly. “Why’re you so bothered by this?”
“It’s just… what if we’re like this because of the babies? Like… the Peresites changed us when they knocked us up, made us slutty, made us stupid… and after the babies are born we go back to how we used to be?”
“That’s not how it works.”
Yaz rolled onto her side, pressing her pregnancy up against her wife’s. “How do you know?”
“Do you wanna go back?” the doctor scowled, rolling over to face her.
“No, course not… I wanna be like this forever.” Yaz smiled, pressing her forehead up against the doctor’s. “I wanna be a fucking ninety-year-old gilf still whoring myself out right next to you. I wanna die with a belly fulla cum and your taste on my tongue. I just worry, you know? I don’t like the thought of being like I used to be.”
“Tell me about it.” the doctor smiled, kissing her. “You don’t gotta worry about it. We’re never gonna turn back.”
Yaz groaned as the doctor’s finger stroked the length of her aching cunt and tugged on the golden wedding ring dangling from her clit. “But… maybe once our babies are born, we can go back and do it again? Just to be safe?”
The Doctor sighed and shrugged. “Whatever you want, babe.”
Yaz smiled and kissed the doctor again. “I love you, slut.”
“I love you too, whore.” The Doctor breathed, closing her eyes. “Now shut up, I’m dead tired.”
Yaz rolled her eyes and snuggled down to sleep as The Doctor began to snore. Watching her wife sleep was usually calming and peaceful, but Yaz couldn’t shake the fear of turning back into the girl she had used to be. So boring, so uptight, a lame, rule-following virgin trying to be a cop of all things.
She was never going to go back, the Peresites had made her perfect and she would never change again no matter the cost.
