Fully erect

“I’m glad it likes the outfit,” Me says, giving your cock a single gentle stroke. “Is it the thigh-high leather boots you like, my handsome cock, or is it the dashing dark-green frock coat, or,” she moves her hands up to her throat, “this cute little neckerchief? I wonder if I wore one when I was a highwaywoman; that’s if the stories in my books are to be believed. Then again, these clothes aren’t actually from a pirate, I’m afraid; some of them Clara and I took from one of the Doctors we plucked out of his timeline; is it any surprise that after what we did to him his next regeneration was so warlike?” A smile comes to her face. “Still, in that respect my costume’s very piratey... pieces of Eight, pieces of Eight.”

She steps back from you, and turns around and around, displaying her outfit. “Or is it the whole concept of pirates that turns you on? I’m not one for Captain Jack Sparrow, I prefer a different Captain Jack and those tales would make your eyes pop, although I’m fairly sure I’ll have your eyes popping anyway.”

Her eyes grab your hard cock, and start stroking it. “Yo heave-ho, yo heave-ho,” she starts singing, as her soft hands excite you.

“I hope it’s not the tattoos that turn you on, because I’ve given those up,” Me continues, while her hands continue working you and your cock into a frenzy. “My beloved Clara has one on the back of her neck; it’s the one part of her body I can’t bring myself to lick.”

Her hands come to an unwanted stop.

“I’ve got your cock, just a shame I’ve not got a parrot, then I’d really feel like a pirate. Will you be my parrot, and repeat everything I say? Maybe I’ll even make you squawk. Would you like that, You? Say ‘Yes, Mistress Me’.”