Accessorising, Apparently

It doesn't take long for Aphasia and her new friend to finish slurping up the dregs of the Doctor's drool and start fighting over the right to **** themselves **** on it. The bratty blonde clearly has the upper hand, what with Sandi being rather out of practice interacting with the physical world, and she's a dirty enough fighter to have two fingers jammed into the poor girl's pussy as a distraction. Naturally, as a man of principle, I can't let this stand - so I grab Aphasia by the back of the head and shove her face-first into my balls. "MLRRRHKKHRRKKKGLLRRRK!" To her credit, she immediately switches gears from combative to eager, slobbering and snorting on my nuts with a frankly indecent level of enthusiasm. For her part, Sandi gasps in surprise as I take a fistful of her hair in one hand, the base of my cock in the other and hold her in place for a heavy slap. "Feeling better after your snack," I ask, landing a couple more cockslaps on her panting, blushing face, "or do you need another?"

She moans happily and shakes her head, seemingly completely missing the innuendo - which is perfectly understandable, she's had a rough go of it - in favour of digging the fingers of one hand into the plush material of the chair and the other into one of Aphasia's tits through her crop top. "Thank you, like, so~ much," she purrs, "I thought I'd never get out of there! Gawd, it's been so long since I've had a real man inside me..." She giggles at my exasperated look and releases Aphasia's breast so she can pull herself up into my lap, grinding her sopping wet lips against the tip of my cock with slow, practiced rolls of her hips. "Well, if you want to break that dry spell," I remark, and she grins as my hands grip her hips, "you won't mind answering a couple of questions; will you?" She whimpers a little in the back of her throat when she realises that I'm keeping her from forcing herself down onto me, but nods. "Great! Do you remember how you got in there?"

"Um, I don't remember, like, much," she manages to gasp out, her grinding growing more frantic in an attempt to break my grip, "but there was this woman - super hot voice, made my pussy ache when she spoke - and she had me, like, strapped down to a table-" Her breath hitches as I loosen my grip just enough for her to sink the head of my dick into herself. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou! Hah... I mean, um, she had this weird lamp thing hooked up to a bunch of screens showing, like, the hardest fucking I'd ever seen, and then she pointed at me and I just felt this sucking feeling and th-then... and then... Oh, gawd!" Her eyes roll back as I let her drop a few more inches, fat drops of pussy juice rolling down my shaft as she buries her face in my neck and moans. "You know," I tell her, "it's just as well girls like you normally find work so easily, because based on that reaction I'm not sure you could go a day without taking half a dozen loads." She just moans and nods frantically, before letting out a soft **** sound as I tighten my grip on her hips and yank her down my length.

Aphasia moans happily as Sandi immediately begins to thrash in a mind-blanking, gushing orgasm above her and her current object(s) of worship gain a sweet, sticky glaze. For her part, the ex-digital pornstar takes a moment to recover her wits, but is soon bouncing herself in my lap with a surprising amount of **** and gazing off into nothing as her fingers dig into the back of the chair on either side of my head. Whether its the comparative newness of the body she's now wearing or a trait she always possessed, she feels almost impossibly tight; every time she rises up, I see her legs visibly tensing with the effort. The folds of her pussy are practically vacuum-sealed to my cock, clinging desperately to every contour no matter how much lubrication she's gushing all over my balls and Aphasia's face. Still, she somehow keeps up a good pace, the steady WHAP-WHAP-WHAP of her bubble butt on my thighs almost drowning out Aphasia's sloppy, nasty ball-worship - and after a few minutes, I reward them both with another hefty dose of jizz that quickly overflows Sandi's cunt and makes Aphasia's job even messier.

After an indeterminate amount of time - long enough for the girls to earn and clean up another dripping creampie, but beyond that I don't care to keep track - I haul Sandi's shuddering, overstimulated body up with me as I stand and turn to drop her into the chair, where Aphasia quickly dives in and gets to work on the fresh wave of thick, oozing cum no longer being held inside by my presence. I give her a hard slap on the ass, which gets me a teasing wiggle of her hips in response, and turn to greet the Doctor as she sashays back through the door like she hasn't been just outside and fingering herself desperately since some point after my first orgasm in Sandi. "You found what you were looking for, I take it?" She nods and sticks out her tongue as best she can, showing off a trio of metal studs running up the centreline of it, before her lips begin to contract - not even close to their original level, but enough that they look like they 'only' belong on a pornstar with an oral fixation instead of on a literal sex doll.

"You like it? Tissue compression tech," she explains, pausing to shiver and let out a breathy sigh, "since there isn't any way to get them back to how they were before, I figured I'd go for the next best thing." I nod along, not believing for a second that she's telling the truth - I've seen enough bullshit since I met her to tell that reversing what Sandi inadvertently did to her should be child's play. "Quick question," I say, as she plants one stiletto-clad foot up on the console and slips her still-sticky fingers back into her pussy, "well, two actually. One; I don't suppose getting a dose of Sandi's sucking left you... missing anything, did it? Two; wouldn't using tissue compression on your lips normally make them massively more sensitive?" Her eyelashes flutter and she lets out a hoarse groan as her tongue swirls across her plush cockwrappers. "mmph~ Y-Yeah, can't give up that much energy without something going with it," she lies, giving her lips another moan-inducing lick, "so I tried to feed her stuff I don't need. S-Some restraint, a bit of modesty, a chunk of social mores - nothing serious. And you're r-right; these things might take some- ooh~ -getting used to."

"Better get started then," I tell her gesturing to the mess Sandi's left all over my dick, "practice makes perfect." I greet the exasperated roll of her eyes with a flat, unimpressed stare and she seems to get the hint, because she grins slightly and makes sure to make her masturbation more obvious as she drops to her knees and starts to suck me clean, quickly losing herself in the intensity of sensation she's now experiencing...

Sandi barely even notices us leaving as the fourth man in her first properly shot gangbang video unloads across her face, leaving her with one eye glued shut and a delighted grin at how much better it feels to have the real thing all over her. Even if I hadn't given the universe a nudge, between the Doctor's mesmerising ass and Sandi herself showcasing both a slightly manic level of enthusiasm and an almost bottomless well of endurance, finding a studio willing to give her the treatment she craved wouldn't have been difficult - and, as happy as she was to service me, she was rather too single-minded to take along with us anywhere that she wouldn't be able to get her fix at a moment's notice and I didn't see any reason to fix that when she could be having fun and gargling jizz for a loyal audience instead.

To my great surprise, the Doctor hadn't used her 'lost' inhibitions as an excuse to try and fuck me at every opportunity. Completely lose her sense of personal space, get very handsy with me and take every opportunity to noisily deepthroat a silicone replica of my meat to 'acclimatise to her new lips'? Sure, all of that, but never act more visibly **** for my dick than she already did. Aphasia wasn't nearly so restrained, flaunting her new lips...

...as often and as messily as possible, providing the Doctor with plenty of chances to indulge her voyeurism as her 'daughter' throatfucked herself on me in bed, in the shower, by the pool, under tables and generally anywhere she even vaguely thought she had cover from her 'mother's' hungry gaze. She never did have that cover, of course; the TARDIS seemed to be firmly on the Doctor's side in that regard, opaque surfaces becoming transparent and doors opening 'conveniently' whenever it would lead to the older blonde biting her knuckles in order to avoid alerting the younger to the fact that she was stuffing her cunt like a woman possessed. All in all, a most satisfying development.