Clara Oswald

You walk in and see Clara Oswald. She is standing by a dresser with a towel wrapped around her. She is looking for clothes. A strange urge comes over you. You sneak behind Clara and snake your hands around her, grabbing her perky little boobs.

"Ah, I see. Give me a moment." Clara says, taking your hands off and moving towards the bed. She pulls a chest out from under the bed and opens it, revealing a teachers outfit, glasses and all.

"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you." Clara said, finally dressed in her slutty teacher outfit. She looked at me through her glasses. "I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson so you never end up in detention again."

"Yes, Clara." You say. Clara slaps you.

"You will call me Miss Oswald, and no talking in detention! Now take off your uniform."

You shed your clothes and sit on the bed.

"Here's the deal. You stay out of detention, I'll reward you. For example, if you go one week without a detention, I'll give you a nice little dance." Clara begins to dance in front of you, moving in a way that makes her boobs bounce and highlights her ass. She moves toward you and sits on your lap. She gropes herself slowly, making exaggerated faces of pleasure. Then, she takes your head and shoves it into her bust.

"Go two weeks and I'll finger your tight little kitty." Clara them demonstrates by taking two fingers and rubs them around your opening, feeling the moisture that has already built up.

"You're really wet, aren't you."

You nod, desperately hoping that she will shove her fingers, and her hand, and as much as she can inside you, and she does. Clara shoves her two fingers inside you, welcomed by a delightful squish sound. She begins pumping in and out of your opening, sending ecstasy throughout your body.

"Oh yeah Miss Oswald! Don't stop!" You moan, causing her to pull out and slap you with her soggy hand.

"What did I say about talking!" She says. Clara then licks the juices from between her middle and index fingers, teasing you.

"If you go three weeks, you can sit on my face. BUT, since you broke the no talking rule, I won't demonstrate that one. Go four weeks and we can scissor. Lay down." You lay down, eager to have her lips rub against yours. Clara takes off her skirt, revealing her pretty kitty and lack of underwear. She situates herself between your legs and begins to gyrate.

"You feel so good. How do I feel?" Clara says, trying to get you to talk. You nod your head in approval.

"Good girl. You passed. Your reward? You get to cum, but not yet. You must wait for me to count down. Got it? Good. 10."

You don't know if you can make it that long, but you’re a little scared to disobey Clara.

"9." You look into Clara's brown eyes and see that she is watching you intently, waiting to see when you'll crack.

"8." Clara is so hot. You admire her perky tits as they bounce and her cleanly shaven taint.

"7." Clara's countdown seems to be lasting ages.

"5. You may now talk." Considering how Clara skipped six, you infer that she is also getting close.

"4."

"3."

"Yes, Miss Oswald, keep going!"

"2. Say may name. My real name. 1. Cum."

"CLARA!" You yell as you squirt your juices between the two of you. With the added lubrication, Clara picks up her speed.

"Shit yes!" Clara yells, coming as well.

Feeling Clara's juices makes you come one more time. When you were both finally done, Clara looks at you.

"Did you learn your lesson?" She asks

"I'm never going to get a detention again."

"Good girl."

"The Doctor wants you to meet him in the console room."

"Ok. Let's go.

Once the two of you are back in the control room, the Doctor begins to ramble.

"Everything is wrong! Worlds are colliding! Nothing is sacred! Bloody Hell!"

"What can we do?" You ask the timelord.

"Nothing, we just wait until something happens.”