Doctor Whomiliation

You were sat in your room, hand mindlessly wandering your virgin crotch as you paused and rewound your favourite Doctor who DVDs. Porn was all well and fine but it didn't have any men or woman as hot to you as what you saw when you turned on your favourite scfi show. You wished for something more to fill the gap in your life when you heard that noise. The slow grinding of fantastical engines which held secrets unknown. Tissues on your desk fly around the room, as did lose clothing you had carelessly removed. As you slowly turned your head in disbelief a familiar Police box appeared in your room.

Head filled with lust and your pants around your ankles you stumbled towards it, pushing open the big blue doors to find its welcoming interior, bigger on the inside. You do stop for a moment to pinch your arm to make sure your not dreaming and much to your surprise your not! With a spring in your step you bounce towards the central column filled with all manor of controls but most importantly a monitor. With a groan and a spark it flickered to live as all number of men and woman who you recognised from the show flashed across the screen, all with multiple entries listed with such humiliating fetishes, things such as "ENF" or "cuckold". It was heaven for a horny pervert such as yourself.

It seemed you were being offered to read about such stories but now the biggest choice was who do you start with?