Note- The BBC own the rights to Doctor Who and the TARDIS. This is just my humble homage to the iconic tv show.
xxx "Servant, servant! Where HAS that girl got to?"
The Doctor, native of planet Gallifrey, approached the bedchamber with bated breath. The female persona of the renegade Time Lord had materialised in the year 1812, inside Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire, home of Lord Byron. Or George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, English nobleman and poet. She had devoured all his published work in one sitting and had become infatuated with meeting the famous womaniser of the 19th Century.
"Sarah! Come here this instant!"
A female voice could be heard from within and the Doctor slowly entered through the already opened door. There, seated around a square card table with a green surface were a young man and woman. The room was surprisingly small and dominated by a four poster bed. A fireplace had a large mirror above and various paintings adorned the walls. One item that took the Doctor by surprise was the coffin that laid upright against the far wall. Byron was particularly known for his eccentricity and gothic tastes, but this was truly an eye opener.
"There you are at last. Hold, you are not Sarah? Who are you? And why are you dressed as a boy?"
The female Time Lord was indeed attired out of fashion in a striped reddish brown sweater and high waist, knee length culottes.
"Forgive me my lady, I'm not, that is the servant girl isn't..."
"Strange attire indeed, are you perhaps come from a masquerade ball? No matter, a pretty woman is a welcome guest." Said Byron as he looked into the Doctor's clear green eyes.
The Doctor turned her attention to the athletic looking young man with dark curly hair, thick sideburns and moody eyes and coyly lowered her eyes. His chest puffed out in his white linen shirt with the distinctive high collar and gusseted sleeves. His white trousers were high around the waist and he had a pair of white knee length woollen socks.
"Servant, fetch me a glass of sherry, and a soda water for His Lordship."
"In my special mug mind you. You'll find it with the drinks."
Rather than argue the point the amused Time Lord played along with the pretence of being the servant girl.
"Your turn Caro."
The two resumed their card game and the blonde female with the hazel eyes dealt out five cards to him and herself. This must be Lady Caroline Lamb in the flesh thought the Doctor who returned with a glass for her Ladyship and his soda in a round drinking vessel, rumoured to be fashioned from a human skull. How slight and vulnerable she looked as her eyes never left the handsome male seated opposite. This was their tempestuous period when the pair of them had begun a torrid affair. The Lady had become besotted with the man, although still married to William Lamb, son of Lord Melbourne.
"Thank you, I know not your name however."
"People refer to me as the Doctor," answered the platinum blonde.
"Hah, hah, hah, how jolly!" Then thank you dear Doctor."
Lady Caroline turned over her cards and laughed heartily.
"I have thirty three to your thirty. You must remove your shirt." She smiled and raised an eyebrow, sipping from her glass.
He huffed and stood up and undid all the buttons on his top and revealed his strapping chest which had just the right amount of hair to appear macho. His biceps were powerful and his shoulders round and strong, and Caroline cocked her head as she stared right at him.
"We're playing strip draw poker, what fun!" Laughed the twenty six year old woman as she held out her glass for a refill.
The Doctor stood by the table in bemusement and noticed that the Lady was already down to her muslin chemise that came to her ankles. She took the glass from her and filled it from the sherry bottle.
"Again, again," clapped Caroline in excitement at the game.
"Calm thyself my dear, the night is but young."
"I cannot contain myself my Lord, nature formed me fierce."
"'Tis a cruel blessing for one so fair."
Byron sat, shuffled and drew the cards and won the round.
"Now take off the chemise, my dear Caro."
"No, no, I still have my garters."
She pointed a finger at her lover and then lifted her right foot and slipped off her knee length garter. Then she slowly raised her other and rolled down the garter which left her with a silk ribbon about her left thigh. The Doctor retreated into the shadows as they continued their playful banter and stripping. Byron had been reduced to his linen knee length underpants and socks as Caroline pulled the chemise over her head and revealed a tall, slender figure with quite short blonde curls and elegant neck. Doe eyed and blushing she sat with her breasts high and firm with very erect nipples that stood out from small pink areolas.
"Now your socks my Lord."
She giggled as she became more inebriated, obviously without a high alcohol tolerance. Another long slug on her sherry glass and she got up on wobbly legs and tried in vain to drag the annoyed poet's socks off.
"No! I've told you countless times that I do not take my socks off."
The Doctor was well aware of his deformed foot and felt his embarrassment. Byron stood up and went to the bed followed by the soft patter of dainty feet as Caroline joined him. She knelt at the foot of the four poster bed and slowly drew his underwear down and off. The Time Lord just caught a tantalising glimpse of his quite large erection as the butt naked Caroline sank her mouth down on it.
"You may retire for the night, Doctor. We require you no longer. You may sleep in Sarah's room for the duration."
The Doctor nodded in agreement as she left the room to the sound of lewd slurping noises.
x
Eager to get to know the famous poet and hear him speak those wonderful words in person made the Doctor decide to locate the servant's bedchamber and spend the night. She found the tiny room and lit a candle using her new silver sonic screwdriver, then sat on the single bed and bounced on it lightly. Not too hard she thought. After a moment removing her sweater and culottes she laid out on her back, topless and in just her underwear.
"Doctor, Doctor."
There came a hushed voice at the closed door and a light tapping.
"My Lord? May I help you?"
Without an invitation the door opened and a stark naked Byron entered in just his woollen socks. The Doctor pulled her knees up and covered her bare boobs coyly.
"I seek solace my dear. The Lady Caroline has sadly fallen asleep in an alcoholic stupor and I crave the company of a female. If you follow me."
He sat on the end of the bed and extended his hand to caress the Doctor's shapely calf, gradually moving in an upwardly direction. She gave a shudder of a thrill and her eyes lowered to his stiffening erection which rose up to settle on his belly. She could see the Don Juan about him, romantic, soft spoken and possessing that sexual allure that had become synonymous with the legendary womaniser. She wondered if he had any notion that in a few years he would write his greatest poem about Moliere's famous lover and libertine.
"What, what are you doing?" She breathed, staring into his gorgeous eyes.
He wrapped his hands around her waist causing her breasts to become uncovered.
"I see not a problem, you are a desirable woman and I a man. Pleasure is a sin, and sometimes sin is a pleasure. And since there are no other women here."
He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly, tasting her sweet scent. Her fingers entwined in his thick hair as she returned the kiss. The Doctor needed no extra stimulus, his voice, his words were sufficient. How could she resist this famous seducer of so many women when so many of them had been powerless. The candlelight illuminated the pair of them in a warm glow as she laid backwards with her lover atop her soft frame.
"Truly you are a vision of beauty." He said in admiration.
They continued to kiss with a rising passion and his hot breath tickled her skin as he moved to nibble on her neck. Her toes curled and her plump boobs mashed against his matted chest as they rolled in each others arms. She moved her right hand and traced the inside of his thigh with delicate fingers.
"Heavens!" He cried out as she bumped against his iron hard erection.
Gasps and moans came from the aroused Time Lord as his eager lips reached her hard nipples and her pussy juices flowed from within as her ardour burned ever hotter. Both her hearts fluttered and her body quivered with a torrid desire to be taken by this flamboyant and legendary poet.
"She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies." He uttered.
The Doctor felt giddy as he recited his words. In any planet in any galaxy those words were hauntingly beautiful, timeless and meaningful. Her fingers gripped his beautiful hard cock and worked them up and down lightly and diligently, with her green eyes locked on his. She was his. With a feverish energy she wetly licked the underside of his veiny stalk and felt it jerk to her touch. He groaned as the Doctor engulfed him and she gurgled as she slid up and down his spit covered prick with her dribbling mouth. She sucked on him vigorously and used her hands to rub on his strong, hairy thighs. Byron rocked his hips and pressed his hands on the sides of her face, drawing her on and off of his rampant erection, relishing the warm embrace.
"What a superb sensation." He breathed as he looked at her taking his entire length.
The Doctor willingly let him use her head as a wanking device as he literally face fucked the platinum blonde beauty. With an ever growing lust she pulled away and moved onto her back, her aching pussy making the thin sheet quite damp.
