Note- BBC Corporation own the rights to Doctor Who. This is a fantasised parody based on characters therein. Occurs at the ending of the David Tennant episode 'The Shakespeare Code.'
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Martha sat close to Will, still not really believing this was in fact THE actual genius in the flesh. They were by the original Globe Theatre in the year 1599, and this man was really next to her, but it felt like a dream.
Earlier the Doctor had laid so close to her on the small straw bed that it was actually harder NOT to touch each other. Was he not able to read her obvious signals? Or did he CHOOSE not to.
She was Martha Jones and not Rose Tyler, maybe it was that simple. Confiding her innermost thoughts and feelings to William Shakespeare was really because he was there rather than someone who might solve the issue of unrequited love. Or was that lust?
"So, Shakespeare walk into the tavern and the landlord cries out, 'OUT, YOU'RE BARD!"
"Delightful joke, makes no sense. Come here my blackamoor lady, if Sir Doctor of Tardis will not kiss you why not entertain a man who would."
The surprisingly handsome man with the fine brown hair leaned in close and his brooding eyes burned into hers. Martha hesitated for only a split second then kissed the man with her fulsome lips. Their hot bodies pressed together as they engaged in a passionate clinch, and the dusky girl squirmed on the wooden bench.
"Most charming my dear, you have witchcraft in your lips. Come my swarth, let us return to my bed and make exquisite love, I promise you will not be disappointed."
Martha Jones turned her head and saw the Doctor busying himself with one thing and another, completely oblivious to her. When he did catch her gaze he smiled with gorgeous white teeth and ran a hand through his brown shock of hair. Then he just seemed to switch off and continued his meticulous studies of the captured witches they had encountered.
"Alright William, lets do it." She decided with a determined expression.
With a wide grin Shakespeare leapt up and the pair of them hurried to his dwelling as fast as they were able.
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The tiny room was lit with candles that played big shadows on the grim looking walls. William scrutinised the woman and thought her the most exotic creature he had ever laid eyes on.
Her strange clothing was so tight, so...fitting that he got an instant erection just staring at her attire. Slowly, with careful and seductive moves, the dark skinned girl shed her leather jacket and followed up with rolling down her blue jeans. Left in just her flimsy top the amorous man was able to see her beautiful figure for the first time.
Long black legs, toned and lithe with an athletic body to match. Her perky breasts made the top lift up at the bottom and he noted her flat stomach. An absolute peach of an ass stuck out behind her with raised, firm buttocks. High cheekbones and full red lips nearly made him salivate like a hungry cur, and he loved her long, jet black hair.
"Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?" He asked looking into her deep chocolate coloured eyes.
Quickly he got undressed and they stood in the middle of the room and hugged tight. Martha was not used to the manly aroma of the Elizabethan era, and to be polite about it, his toilet ablutions were not quite twentieth Century. Yet she found herself aroused about the whole situation, and her heart began to pound, and her palms began to sweat.
As he looked at her with clear hazel eyes he helped her off with her top, then watched her drag her panties down slender thighs and step out of them.
"Kiss me once more, my Martha of Freedonia."
William wrapped his arms around her trim waist and pulled her to him, their lips met and he ran his hands over her bubble butt. In turn, the alluring woman pressed her palms to his pale chest as they moved backwards and collapsed on the single bed.
Martha reached between them and grabbed his erection as they continued to smooch, tongues slipping around each others. With an arch of her narrow back she let his hands cover her dark tits, and let his fingers pinch her hard nipples. So hard they looked to be two inches in length and could probably have cut glass.
The man gasped as the Ethiop crawled down to his hairy groin and took his stiff prick into her mouth. He moaned in delight as her tongue swirled around his cock head slowly and methodically, the foreskin pulling back nicely.
With her big brown eyes on his, her scarlet lips sucked his cock in and she began to blow him. His hand went through her wiry hair and his leg went around her back.
