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In retrospect, it was exactly the sort of thing that would happen to Sarah Jane Smith.
All of the Doctor's companions experienced the occasional kidnapping, mind control, what have you. Occupational hazard. But Sarah Jane seemed to attract these situations with greater frequency and intensity, almost as if the universe was targeting her specifically.
Perhaps the universe hadn't quite come around to the idea of feminism yet, took a perverse delight in putting a strong, independent woman in her place. Could certainly explain the sexualized nature of the situations she found herself in.
Neither the Doctor nor the Brigadier had said anything about it, but they had independently noticed Sarah Jane tended to be restrained in more suggestive positions than previous companions, with far more tentacle monsters involved than one would expect. They had also noticed how often she looked and sounded as if in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy when under mind control.
Oh, how they had noticed.
So it only made sense that Sarah Jane Smith was the first human on record to come into contact with sex pollen.
"If this is an elaborate joke at my expense," Alistair warned, though he didn't think Sarah Jane would go along with something quite this inappropriate.
The Doctor pointed through the window of the lab where Sarah Jane was restrained to the bed, as much for her own safety as the safety of the men she had been throwing herself at since returning from the planet. "Don't be daft. You think I would ask the poor girl to humiliate herself, breathing hard and biting her lip at you like that?"
Alistair smacked his hand with his swagger stick a few times in thought. "Suppose not."
"And see there? How hard her nipples are under her shirt?" The Doctor subconsciously licked his lips. "Undoubtedly the result of sexual arousal."
The Doctor further pointed out the way Sarah Jane wriggled her lower half, as if desperately trying to get friction between her legs which were held securely in place, spread just enough to impede masturbation. An unfortunate but absolutely necessary measure, the Doctor was certain.
Well. Relatively.
He had a strong suspicion, in any case.
He opened the door and gestured for the Brigadier to follow. "Come."
"Won't be the last time I hear that today," Alistair muttered to himself, irritated at his cock for twitching at that thought.
When she saw the attractive older men, Sarah Jane made a deliciously obscene sound of desire, straining against the restraints with the urgency of a wild beast in heat. Desperation and lust surged through her body with every rapid heartbeat, and though the Doctor hated to see her like this, he found he rather didn't mind the way she looked.
Leaving his jacket and scarf on a chair, the Doctor sat on the edge of her bed and put his hand on her knee. Her hips jerked upward at the physical contact, and she blushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry, Doctor," she said, though she looked at him with not just bedroom eyes but kitchen eyes, living room eyes, right here right now on the floor who cares who's watching just fuck me already eyes.
He chuckled, caressing her knee and gently moving his hand down to her lower leg and then back up, fingers flirting with the edge of her skirt that lay across her thigh. "It's quite all right, my girl. You can't help it, you've been dosed with a very powerful aphrodisiac."
"What can we do?"
The Doctor spoke the way he touched Sarah Jane: softly comforting, familiar but just shy of intimate, with a lust boiling just under the surface. "We're going to help you get it out of your system."
For a moment, the Brigadier considered if he ought to undress a bit, perhaps caress her other leg. He decided to remain standing, hands on his hips. Let the Doctor romance her, Alistair thought; it was hardly respectable for a member of UNIT to bury his face between a woman's legs and lavish her with his tongue until she came in his mouth.
Not on a workday.
No, as tempting as that image was, Alistair would simply watch and, when his services were required, bend Sarah Jane over and give a few efficient thrusts until he came inside her.
"How do you plan on getting it out of my—mmm—system?" Sarah Jane asked, letting out a breathy moan as the Doctor inched his fingers up the hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her eyes widened at the realization of what she had just done, and she pressed her lips together.
Alistair fought the urge to chuckle. Less than an hour ago, she had quite literally thrown herself at Benton (damn lucky Benton) and started openly humping him in the corridor begging to be fucked, and the poor girl was still Sarah Jane enough to be humiliated by this.
"Oh, it's quite simple," the Doctor murmured, his large hand flat on her thigh as he massaged up and down but mostly up. "The pollen you inhaled on the planet, it's used by local women during a yearly breeding ritual in which they copulate with as many men as possible during a 12 hour period."
He lifted her skirt a little, just enough that the Brigadier could see Sarah Jane's soaking wet panties. The Brigadier focused on his breathing, pretending he hadn't wondered what color they were on several occasions.
Pink. Lace. Fine, he would put that in the report.
"Now, you my dear," the Doctor said, watching Sarah Jane fight to close her legs out of modesty even as she made intense eye contact and licked her lips seductively. "You got a small dose, thankfully, so by my estimates it should only take the presence of two men's semen to reset your libido."
Sarah Jane looked simultaneously thrilled and concerned. She opened her mouth, but the Doctor inadvertently interrupted when he leaned down and kissed her supple inner thigh, rendering her incapable of anything but a pornographically loud moan.
"Brigadier," the Doctor said, gesturing vaguely at Sarah Jane's right foot so his lips didn't need to leave her skin. "A little help with the restraints, spread her legs for me?"
As professionally as he could manage, Alistair adjusted the mechanism on the bed and moved Sarah Jane's legs to accommodate the Doctor. His erection throbbed almost painfully in his trousers as he stood with his hand still on her leg, close enough to see how skillfully the Doctor traced his tongue and lips up toward her panties.
"We should obtain consent," Alistair remembered suddenly. "Is she capable?"
"Please," Sarah Jane begged, "I want it so badly it hurts." She looked at the men in horror. "Oh no, I'm sorry I said that, although. No. No, I'm really not?"
The Doctor paused briefly. "I'm afraid the wet spot on Benton's trousers would suggest her decision-making ability is compromised."
The room was silent for a moment, save for Sarah Jane's occasional whine of discomfort.
There was no other option. Unless multiple men ejaculated inside her, she would remain in this state ad infinitum.
But neither the Brigadier nor the Doctor found that particularly comforting when faced with the prospect of being the ones to violate her, however necessary.
"If we only had some indication of her attraction to us," Alistair said, thoughts of Sarah Jane fantasizing about him making his cock ache for attention.
The Doctor smiled suddenly. "She threw herself at you, didn't she?"
Not hard enough, Alistair thought, but nodded.
"And me. And the very handsome Benton. But not Harry Sullivan." Yes, he remembered a vague story from the planet, that women affected by the pollen would have sexual relations with near anyone, but actively pursued only those they genuinely wanted.
The Doctor related this to Alistair, who frowned. "Desire is hardly the same as consent."
But there was Sarah Jane, writhing and tied to a table, all good sense stolen on an alien planet and replaced by pure libido. They couldn't very well leave her in that state, it wouldn't be right letting a lady suffer like that.
And she wanted him. Separate from her current situation, Sarah Jane Smith wanted him.
Alistair cleared his throat awkwardly, his face feeling warm as he wondered what filthy things she had imagined him doing to her. He was acutely aware suddenly of his hand still resting on her leg; he considered moving away but instead tightened his grip slightly, making her gasp in delight.
"Alistair?" the Doctor prompted, tracing the edge of Sarah Jane's panties with his finger and revealing soft curls a bit darker than the hair on her head.
Alistair nodded breathlessly. "Get on with it, then."
With a grin, the Doctor looked down at Sarah Jane and brushed her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry this is happening to you, but I promise you'll enjoy this."
And with that, the Doctor moved her panties to the side and put his lips around her clit.
The sound she made was nearly orgasmic. Though she had been attempting to stimulate herself with her hands and legs—and Benton—all morning, she had clearly been unable to find anything resembling relief until just now.
"Good girl," the Doctor murmured into her pubic hair as he circled and flicked her clit with his tongue, and Sarah Jane bucked her hips towards him to the extent allowed by the restraints. He dipped inside her, warm and wet and tight, and gave a deep moan.
He was tasting her. Finally, after all those shameful nights fantasizing about his companion, the Doctor was tasting Sarah Jane.
He could have spent hours there, plunging his tongue in her, sucking and licking and teasing until he learned exactly how to make her scream. Alas, UNIT would inevitably complain about needing the room sooner or later.
"Doctor," Sarah Jane whispered, mouth open and eyes closed, as the Doctor focused his attention on the deliciously filthy things his tongue could do to her throbbing clit.
"Do you like that, Sarah?" the Doctor asked, teasing her entrance with his fingertip.
She nodded, hands fighting against the restraints holding them beside her head.
Though undoubtedly necessary to protect herself and others at first, Alistair wondered if there was any harm in releasing her now that they had a plan and volunteers. Just how wild would the girl be?
"Sarah?" the Doctor asked again as he penetrated her with his finger.
When her only response was to throw her head back with a cry of pleasure, Alistair, distracted by how enticing she looked with her legs spread and a finger inside her, accidentally used his Brigadier General voice. "Miss Smith! You will speak when spoken to!"
"Yes, sir!" she gasped, her eyes flying open to meet Alistair's as her pussy squeezed tighter around the Doctor's finger.
"Oh, she liked that," the Doctor commented, sliding in another finger and rubbing her clit with his thumb so he could sit up and look at her. His grin glistened with her arousal.
"I didn't!" Sarah Jane lied and convinced no one, least of all herself.
"Of course not," Alistair teased, any thought of politely waiting his turn having gone out the window when the Doctor began thrusting his fingers inside her. His cock ached, and with the way Sarah Jane stared at his bulge, he had no doubt that she would help him with it. "You're a good girl, so says the Doctor."
Finally letting go of her leg, Alistair took his swagger stick in hand as he walked toward the head of her bed. He smacked his palm once. Sarah Jane bit her lip.
"Such a good girl, I suppose there is no danger in doing this," he said, releasing her right hand from the restraint. For the left, he had to lean over the bed, the bulge in his trousers coming perilously close to her face.
She began undoing his trousers instantly with her free hand, reaching in and pulling out his impressive cock without any hesitation. Alistair hardly had time to register this sensation of immense relief before Sarah Jane wrapped her hand around him and brought her lips up to meet him.
Her mouth was warm and wet around his tip, her tongue so nimble and enthusiastic that the Brigadier had to stop midway through releasing her other hand to steady himself. He stifled a groan as he was still in uniform, still trying to pretend he was doing his duty for Queen and country and that he didn't desperately want to thrust deep in her mouth.
"I think we'll leave that hand restrained," Alistair said shakily, standing up a little straighter and trying to regain composure as Sarah Jane began taking more of him. "Until you can behave."
She clenched tight around the Doctor's fingers and moaned loudly, pulling down Alistair's trousers and boxers as she bobbed her head, inching closer and closer to his thick expanse of pubic hair. Her hand explored his testicles, and only the fact that she was still Sarah Jane Smith kept her from being as wild and rough as the sex pollen clearly wanted her to be.
"Good girl," the Doctor said, kissing her abdomen and making her whine when he pulled his fingers out of her.
"Naughty girl," Alistair corrected, watching the Doctor stand and disrobe.
The sound that came from Sarah Jane when he called her naughty, muffled as it was by her lavishing the underside of his shaft with her tongue as she slid it in and out of her mouth, made it quite clear she liked him stern.
"A very naughty girl, Miss Smith," he said sharply. "Throwing yourself at men, begging to be fucked like a common trollop."
Her moan vibrated his cock, then she pulled her mouth off him and gave the same attention to his testicles. The Brigadier would be lying if he said he had never imagined this, he just hadn't thought they would have company.
The Doctor adjusted the restraints on Sarah Jane's legs, loosening them enough that she could thrust her hips upward as he came to straddle her. The Brigadier didn't typically find men attractive, but the Doctor had a nice body, his hard cock a bit longer than Alistair's own and nearly as thick.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" The Doctor gestured to Sarah Jane and then grabbed himself by the hair, smiling at Alistair before dragging the head of his cock along her needy little slit.
"Yes!"
Alistair gently took hold of the back of Sarah Jane's hair. Not hard enough that she couldn't get away, but more than enough to suggest control.
She looked up at him with big eyes. She opened her mouth.
"Are you going to take my cock?" the Doctor asked, teasing her clit with his thumb. "And his?"
"Yes, Doctor!"
He held himself in position, letting her grind eagerly against him while Alistair let his cock rest against her lips. "Do you want us at the same time, Sarah?"
She opened her mouth, flicking her tongue against Alistair. "Please!"
"Two men using you simultaneously?" Alistair asked, excitement surging through his body even as he tried to control it. "Why, Miss Smith, I had no idea you were such a—"
Sarah Jane groaned in frustration. "Oh, will the two of you just get on with it already!"
"Harlot." The Brigadier thrust his hips forward, holding Sarah Jane's head as he slowly dragged in and out of her mouth.
"Good girl." The Doctor penetrated her, shuddering at how good it felt to finally be pushing deeper inside his Sarah Jane with every gentle thrust.
Later, when the sex pollen was out of her system, Sarah Jane would be grateful for the restraints currently preventing her from acting on her wildest, most embarrassing impulses. It was bad enough, making such pornographic noises while being spitroasted on a hospital bed in UNIT, she wasn't sure she would survive the humiliation if anyone knew what filthy things she wanted to do right now.
For as soon as the Doctor entered her, a new surge of arousal went through her body. She needed more, harder, needed to wrap her legs around his waist while Alistair held her down and became intimately acquainted with her throat. She needed to ride the Doctor with his sonic vibrating against her clit, and then ride the Brigadier's face until his mustache fell off.
Her body desperately needed, but her mind, when she had it back, would never act on anything quite so scandalous. And so, frustrated for now at the bondage, Sarah Jane did what she could:
She pulled her blouse up over her perky breasts, pinched a nipple, and moaned "harder" around Alistair's cock while lifting her hips up as best she could to meet the Doctor's downward thrusts.
The Doctor lowered himself so his face was near her ear, watching how exquisite her mouth looked wrapped around Alistair. "Harder?" he whispered, moving even more slowly just to tease her. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Alistair pulled out of her mouth to let her speak, and so they could both catch their breath. Good Lord, but the girl had a talented tongue.
"I can take it," Sarah Jane insisted, whining as the Doctor drew back until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, making unsatisfying shallow movements. "Please!"
It did occur to Alistair that teasing her like this would only delay her relief and perhaps they should make an effort to ejaculate inside her as expeditiously as possible. It also occurred to Alistair that perhaps he was being influenced by how badly he wanted to see the Doctor just let go, pound her tight little hole until she screamed his name. Or some approximation of his name.
But she was smiling as she begged, gasping in delight when the Doctor kissed her neck, her jawline, and when the Doctor motioned for Alistair to release his grip on her hair, Sarah Jane wrapped her arm around her Doctor and kissed him deeply. That kiss was not sex pollen, nor was the intimacy of the Doctor playfully refusing to give her what she needed.
"A dominant brat," Alistair muttered. "Will wonders never cease?"
He cleared his throat awkwardly with his hands clasping his swagger stick behind his back, wondering if he ought to give them some alone time. Though they had never acted on it, there had always been palpable sexual and romantic tension between the Doctor and Sarah Jane, far more than between the Brigadier and either of them, perhaps he should leave until they needed—
Sarah Jane's hand shot out, grasping tight around Alistair's cock that was still slick from her saliva, and stroked him while the Doctor frustrated her with his tip. The way she handled him—fast and hard and urgent, like she desperately needed his semen spilled across her lovely face—gave Alistair a glimpse at how wild she would be if given complete freedom of movement, and his mind went completely blank for a moment.
"Careful," the Doctor teased, and made her whimper as he slid just an inch deeper and let the movements of her hips provide the only friction she was going to get right now. "You don't want him finishing before he gets a turn inside you."
With a frustrated sound, Sarah Jane tightened her grip on Alistair, and he had to grab her wrist to stop her out of a genuine concern of imminent orgasm.
And Sarah Jane liked it.
With a keening moan half muffled by the Doctor's lips, she strained to lift her hips and drive his cock properly inside her. Damned restraints, why wouldn't they let her wrap her legs around him, pull him in nice and deep? God, how she needed him; even before he started teasing her like this, he hadn't penetrated to the full extent possible, and he was too gentle, far too gentle.
"Please," she begged, biting her lip when Alistair pulled her hand off his cock. She moved it immediately to her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple. "Harder, Doctor."
"Tell you what," the Doctor said with affection, slowly sliding a bit more of himself in her tight hole and giving himself a moment to enjoy being inside his Sarah Jane. "Be a good girl for the Brigadier, and I'll take off your restraints when it's my turn."
With that, the Doctor pulled out and motioned for Alistair to take his place. "And take the rest of your uniform off, you look ridiculous."
Grumbling just for show, Alistair gratefully removed his jacket and shirts and received appreciative noises from both the Doctor and Sarah Jane. He tried not to look too smug but he knew he had rather impressive chest hair.
He considered for a moment how best to go about the task of having intercourse with Sarah Jane Smith. It wasn't as though he hadn't thought about it before, but he decided quick and efficient—and a little degrading, since she seemed to like that—was the way to go.
He got on the table, positioned himself between her legs with his swagger stick still clutched in his hand he was bracing himself with. He lined up his throbbing erection with her glistening pussy.
"Take it like a good girl," the Doctor told Sarah Jane, staring open mouthed at the Brigadier's cock dragging through her pubic hair.
Alistair smirked. "You'll take it like a tramp, and like it."
He pushed inside her. Not hard, not too fast, but swiftly and completely, groaning loudly as his testicles contacted her bottom and she screamed in pleasure at the way he gave her the friction, the stretch she had been longing for all day.
Never in his life did Alistair anticipate being bollocks deep in Sarah Jane Smith while she sucked her own arousal off the Doctor's cock. Not as part of his job, anyway.
He started moving slowly, giving her a chance to adjust to his size as much as giving himself a chance to adjust to the reality of the situation, to remind himself that they were helping her. And a bit so he could savor how unimaginably warm and tight she was.
"Harder, please," Sarah Jane whined when the Doctor pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Alistair complied, putting his hands on her hips and lifting her up slightly as he kneeled between her legs and thrust hard into her. He didn't think it was right to lay on top of her, kiss her as the Doctor did. Besides, her breasts did look quite lovely from this angle, jiggling every time he drove his cock into the depths of her welcoming pussy.
The noises she made were animalistic, almost pornographically exaggerated. She screamed yes and harder and oh Alistair, and he felt an urgency tightening in his body.
And there was the Doctor, calmly stroking himself and biting Sarah Jane's nipple like it was a jelly baby while Alistair fucked with an intensity he hadn't used in over a decade and didn't know he still possessed.
"I'm going to," Alistair began, sweat glistening in his chest hair. "I'm about to…"
"Oh, no you aren't," the Doctor said, grinning as he gave Sarah Jane's breasts affectionate squeezes that made her arch her back.
Alistair faltered. Working with the Doctor had given him plethora of new experiences, but being gaslit about his own impending orgasm had to be near the top of the list. "Doctor," he said, his jaw clenched tight as Sarah Jane's vagina, "I'm quite sure actually—"
"Then stop."
"Stop!?" Alistair sounded outraged but complied immediately, keeping his hands on her hips and quickly pulling out.
"Don't stop," Sarah Jane begged, and the Doctor put his finger on her lips to shush her. She leaned forward, sucking his finger into her mouth.
So maybe the Doctor liked teasing and edging his partners a bit. His Time Lord physiology allowed him almost complete control over his own body's reaction to arousal, allowing him to stand there casually thrusting his finger in and out of Sarah Jane's eager little mouth despite how badly he wanted to slam his painfully erect cock inside her and make merciless love for hours.
"I want her in a different position," the Doctor said, smiling at her desperate noises as he reached over and released her other hand. "Help me with her legs, will you?"
Alistair's cock throbbed at the notion of what she might do if freed, how wild and lustful she would be now that they had stoked her already flaming hot libido. She didn't seem shy or self-conscious anymore, making intense eye contact as she picked up the swagger stick and twirled her tongue around the tip of it.
As the Doctor released her ankles, Alistair debated loosening his grip on Sarah Jane's legs. Just to see what she would do to him, how rough she wanted him and in what orifice.
But he held tight, and helped the Doctor manhandle her onto her stomach. When the Doctor told her to be a good girl for them, Sarah Jane pouted and teased, "What if I'm not?"
Alistair swatted her lovely backside, making her gasp. "Naughty girls receive disciplinary action, Miss Smith."
She grinned, wiggling her hips as the men restrained her ankles again. They left her hands free, and she quickly got on her hands and knees, her legs spread obscenely wide.
"Now, I hope you don't mind being put in this position," the Doctor said, caressing her ass and occasionally dipping down to rub his fingers across her pussy.
Sarah Jane shook her head. "No, Doctor," she said breathlessly, waiting for penetration to come from behind and wondering who it would be.
To her confusion, the Doctor sat on the table next to her, lifting her up a bit and sliding his legs between hers and… Oh. Oh, she liked this.
The Doctor looked up at her, marveling at her breasts, her eyes, her smile. "I'd rather thought I'd like you on top of me," he said, brushing a stray hair off her sweaty face. "Be a good girl and fuck that beautiful little cunt as hard as you like, or Alistair will spank you again."
"Maybe I want him to," Sarah Jane said, sitting upright and positioning the Doctor just where she wanted him. "Did you ever think of that?"
"Oh, yes I have," the Doctor assured her as the Brigadier's hand came down on her ass with a slap only slightly less loud than the moan that followed.
"We both have," Alistair said, watching Sarah Jane strip off the shirt that had been shoved up over her breasts.
She still wore her skirt, and her panties were still pushed to the side when, without any hesitation, she lowered herself hard and fast and took the Doctor's entire length. It looked somehow more indecent, dirtier, than if she had been completely nude. The poor girl was too impatient, too impossibly horny, to worry about respectability. She just wanted—needed—to fuck.
And fuck she did, her hands planted on the Doctor's chest as she rode him.
Though traveling with the Doctor and being captured so often had awakened something of a secret submissive side, Sarah Jane was no stranger to being on top. It certainly had an appeal, seeing her partner look up at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world, getting to take control of the rhythm and depth…
But there was no control today, no chance of properly savoring the double heartbeat throbbing under her hands and in her pussy, no romance or passion in the act. There was only lust, the uncontrollable urge to ride like her life depended on how hard and deep she could ram his cock.
And it felt good, so good, new surges of arousal ringing through her body when the Doctor whispered "There's my good girl" with his face contorted in pleasure or the Brigadier reached over and gave her nipple a sharp twist. It felt so good, and yet—
"Doctor," she whined, "I can't…"
When she hesitated, he put his hand on the side of her face, thumb tracing her lip. "Can't what?"
She shouldn't have felt embarrassed saying it in front of the men. They should have been past embarrassment, now that they both had cocks that tasted like her. But Sarah Jane still lowered her voice when she said, "I can't orgasm. Please, help me, make me orgasm."
The Doctor groaned as she stopped riding, his cock completely inside her, and started grinding her clit against his pelvis. "That may be—oh, you look so beautiful taking me like this."
He was right. From behind, Alistair lifted her skirt with his swagger stick, his erection feeling more urgent as he watched the Doctor gently rocking his hips up into Sarah Jane's obscenely arousing bush.
"That may be an unforeseen effect of the sex pollen," the Doctor said, sliding his hands down her back, under her skirt. He made eye contact with Alistair as he caressed her ass. "You may not be able to orgasm until you start to recover. And you know what that entails, yes?"
Sarah Jane nodded vigorously and started riding with a new intensity, practically screaming, "Please, Doctor! Please come inside me!"
It was gloriously sinful, the way his sweet Sarah Jane fucked her tight pussy on his cock, and the fact that her libido hadn't waned in the slightest made him confident she still wanted this, despite all the teasing and edging. He could lay here beneath her all night, learn all the sounds that beautiful little mouth could make, but Alistair looked as if he was about to ejaculate on the floor instead of inside Sarah Jane.
The Doctor decided to have pity on him.
"Not me," he whispered, though both of his hearts fluttered at the idea of filling her with his seed, "not yet. Let the Brigadier go first, and then I'll make my good girl orgasm as many times as she can handle."
She made a sound of protest and kept riding, giving the Doctor a bratty smile that said "make me."
Grinning back up at her, the Doctor announced, "We may need to be a bit rough with her, Alistair." Then his hands were gripping Sarah Jane's hips, lifting her up enough that he could pull out and get his legs out from underneath her as she whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
Alistair got behind her on the bed, one hand on her back firmly guiding her onto her hands and knees. When the Doctor sat at the head of the bed, Alistair pushed her down toward his lap.
"I'll have none of that whining, Miss Smith," he said, and spanked her, making her cry out. "If you can't keep quiet, you'll have to keep your mouth occupied."
Obediently, Sarah Jane wrapped her lips around the tip of the Doctor's cock, gently licking her arousal off him as Alistair's slightly thicker head was dragged slowly through her folds. She could tease, too.
As a rule, Alistair liked to keep proceedings respectful in the bedroom, but Sarah Jane's moaning had become exaggeratedly loud since he told her to be quiet. She did not want respectful.
Alistair put his hand on the back of her head, fingers curling slightly in her hair. "I said, keep that pretty little mouth occupied," he ordered, and pushed her head down until her mouth nearly touched pubic hair. He didn't push hard, but the suggestion of domination seemed to thrill her.
Letting the Doctor take control of Sarah Jane's head, Alistair spanked her again and grabbed her by the hips. He made eye contact with the Doctor, whose face contorted almost orgasmically as he moaned and gently fucked upwards into her mouth.
The gentleman Alistair prided himself on being knew that a sweet young woman like her deserved passionate, gentle lovemaking. Teetering on the edge of his own orgasm, the mere sensation of her tightness threatening to push him over that edge as he eased his tip inside her, Alistair thanked his lucky stars for the aphrodisiac bringing out her deepest repressed desires and making her body beg for anything but gentle.
He didn't have to hold back.
In one hard, deep thrust, Alistair pushed inside Sarah Jane, welcomed by her slick wetness. She cried out in pleasure, muffled by the Doctor's cock sliding a bit faster, a bit deeper into her mouth.
Wet as she was, Sarah Jane's cunt still squeezed gloriously tight around Alistair's impressive girth as he started to fuck her. She was moaning, nearly screaming, and the Doctor guided her down until her lips touched his pubic hair while Alistair slammed into her from behind.
"Oh, you're being a very good girl," the Doctor said, his eyes closing at the sensation. "Taking us both at once."
"Nothing good… About her…" Alistair was close. So close. He leaned over her, nudging the Doctor's hand away and pulling her mouth off his cock so she could speak. "I'm going to… god… I'm going to come inside you, Miss Smith."
Sarah Jane arched back, her head next to his as he draped himself over her, and the new angle of his powerful thrusting made the most pornographic sounds come out of that innocent little mouth.
"Is that what you want?" the Doctor asked, and reached down to twist both of her nipples. "Do you want Alistair to come inside you?"
"Yes!" Sarah Jane screamed. "Please!"
Alistair thrusted more urgently. "Desperate little… slut."
The noise she made and the way her pussy clenched around him pushed Alistair over the edge, and he emptied inside her with a satisfied and primal groan as waves of thrilling relief went through his body. He kept thrusting, a bit more slowly, pushing his seed deeper inside her.
Sarah Jane knew she should feel embarrassed at how good it felt to be called a slut, but all she felt was an orgasm finally within reach. Her breathing changed, she started pushing back against Alistair as he lazily fucked her and the Doctor tugged hard on her nipples.
Alastair gave one final, deep thrust, holding his cock inside her as he rolled his hips. And then his swagger stick was underneath her, vigorously rubbing her clit as the two men whispered and growled filthy things.
"That's my good girl."
Her orgasm built rapidly, the first load of semen counteracting enough of the sex pollen that release actually felt achievable.
"Dirty girl."
First load, she thought with a thrilling sort of humiliation, and began grinding against the swagger stick. She could feel the Brigadier's testicles pressing against her body and her cheeks flushed at how badly she wanted them slapping her in the face.
"You look so beautiful."
She buried her face in the Doctor's lap instead, lavishing his hairy balls with her tongue and lips as her breathing got more shaky. She couldn't help what the pollen made her do, but she was acutely aware of how scandalously desperate she looked, and why did that turn her on?
"You sound so nice when you're being used at both ends."
Her mouth fell open in the Doctor's thick pubic hair, and the words "oh God yes" fell out. More words followed, just a babbling string of near orgasmic "please please, yes, fuck me, god yes, harder" and she hoped the room was soundproof.
"Come for me."
Yes yes, almost…
"Do as you're told and come on my cock, Miss Smith."
Her orgasm was the most spectacular thing Sarah Jane had experienced since meeting the Doctor, indescribably and overwhelmingly exhilarating. She didn't know her body was capable of the sounds it produced as her pussy snapped tight around Alistair, making him gasp as she milked every last drop out of him while the Doctor petted her head and called her a good girl.
But it wasn't enough, she needed more, her body craved more, even while the aftershocks of her first orgasm rippled through her, Sarah Jane could feel the insatiable need still burning inside her.
When Alistair finally pulled out, breathing hard as he watched his semen drip out of her, she protested the sudden lack of touch. "No, please, more!" she begged, tugging at the restraints on her ankles that prevented her from crawling forward and mounting the Doctor.
"More?" the Doctor purred, tilting her face up to meet his with a gentle hand under her chin. Sarah Jane nodded, and he stroked her cheek fondly, as if he wasn't painfully erect from watching the Brigadier come inside her. "Oh yes, I can give you more, my good girl. But first, how are you feeling?"
"Oh, just lovely," she said, her sarcasm somehow managing to sound sultry. "Not at all like every feminist instinct has been replaced with the urge to breed."
She shifted her weight so she could reach underneath herself and plunge two fingers in her pussy. It was better than nothing, but she knew there was no relief to be found in self-stimulation; she had tried that, vigorously, before Benton—
Oh. Oh, no.
"Benton's trousers," Sarah Jane said in horror, remembering how undignified she must have looked pleasuring herself against his leg like a dog. She fingered herself a little faster despite, or perhaps because of, the embarrassment, and the Brigadier made a rather intrigued noise.
"You're sounding more like yourself," the Doctor commented. "Your good judgment will still be impaired by that deliciously uncontrollable lust—"
Sarah Jane brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking the taste of herself and Alistair off of them.
Seized by a sudden urge, the Doctor leaned forward, pulling Sarah Jane and himself into kneeling positions, and kissed her hungrily. One hand tangled in her hair, the other resting on her lower back, he tasted the Brigadier in her mouth as she started stroking his cock.
"I believe the Doctor is asking," Alistair said, still breathless from the exhilaration, "whether you are agreeable to him filling that cunt of yours next."
"Please," Sarah Jane moaned when the Doctor stopped kissing her long enough.
The Doctor had Alistair remove the ankle restraints and she rolled onto her back. "Be a good girl," he said, using the end of his scarf to clean between her legs before getting on top of her, "and I'll give it to you as hard and fast as you want. But try to take control, and I will tease you for hours."
His goofy smile shouldn't have been so arousing, but good Lord, she wanted him. Even before the sex pollen, she couldn't count the nights where idle thoughts about her most recent kidnapping and/or near sacrifice to some ancient being had led to her fingers in her knickers, trying to stay quiet as she pretended they were his and shoved the more scandalous thoughts back into her subconscious.
"Maybe Alistair needs to hold me down," Sarah Jane said with a bratty smile, for she had no subconscious at the moment.
Alistair roughly grabbed her wrists, mock forcing them above her head and holding them with one hand. With the other, he reached between her and the Doctor, twisting her nipple sharply. "I would threaten a punishment as well, but I fear you might like it too much."
He was correct. Every repressed desire and kink flashed like neon in her mind.
Rough. Hard. Tie me up. Bend me over. Use me. Take turns. Both of you at once. Spank me. Punish me. The sonic. The mustache. The scarf. Good girl. Tramp. Slut. Fuck me, fuck me,
"Fuck me, Doctor!" Sarah Jane begged, pretending to fight against Alistair's grasp while wondering exactly when being tied up by the bad guys had become an erotic highlight of their adventures.
The Doctor rested on his forearms on either side of her head, and Alistair released her nipple to give them whatever intimacy was possible with him restraining her hands on a medical bed at UNIT.
"Good girl," the Doctor whispered, and drove his entire length inside her, no more teasing or edging, only passion and instinct and urges.
Wrapping her legs around him, Sarah Jane lifted her hips as the Doctor thrust into her eager, needy pussy still slick with Alistair's contribution. His hairy testicles slapped against her ass with every deep, pounding movement, his tip roughly hitting exactly where she needed him.
She was screaming, moaning like an animal in heat as she approached orgasm. When Alistair put his hand over her mouth as if to muffle her, Sarah Jane came hard, her pussy snapping tight around the Doctor's cock.
"Brigadier," the Doctor said, moaning nearly as loud. Correctly interpreting the request, Alistair released Sarah Jane and took his hand off her mouth.
The Doctor leaned down until he was laying on top of her, his arms around her shoulders and her fingers desperately clawing into his back, sweaty naked bodies pressed against one another. They kissed, tongues and lips gentle but urgent, their primal noises passing from one mouth to the other.
And he fucked her. He fucked Sarah Jane, his Sarah Jane, and it was filthy and rough and it was intimate and passionate. It was everything and nothing like he had barely dared to hope it would be.
Admittedly, the Brigadier had never been part of his fantasies before, but that would certainly change now. Breaking the kiss so he could revel in the full extent of Sarah Jane's gloriously keening moans, the Doctor looked at Alistair, who stood with his hands behind his back trying to look professional and proper though he was still painting, his nude body glistening with sweat.
The Doctor debated asking if Alistair would let him suck the taste of Sarah Jane off his cock, but at that moment, Sarah Jane dug her nails into his shoulders, begging, "Please, Doctor!" and he returned his attention to her, only her.
With every powerful thrust, the Doctor simultaneously gave her momentary relief and made her loins ache all the more for stimulation. She held her legs tight around him, lifting them a little higher when Alistair walked around to watch from behind. The thought of someone getting a thrill from watching his testicles lewdly slapping against her, the thought of it being Alistair of all people, made her clench around the Doctor as he started rocking more staggerly into her with a renewed sense of purpose.
His breath was hot and loud on the side of her face. "May I… may I come inside you, my good girl?"
"Yes!" Sarah Jane shouted. "Thought you'd never ask!"
The Doctor started to say something else, but Sarah Jane pulled him down into a kiss and Alistair, who had been giving them as close to privacy as was possible in a threesome, graciously provided the dirty talk.
"Yes Doctor, come inside our good little harlot. Listen to how bad she wants it. Needs it, I should say. Miss Smith, you really are a filthy girl, aren't you? Wanting nothing more than to be used—"
Sarah Jane did not hear the rest of his sentence, as it was at that precise moment that the Doctor ejaculated. The sex pollen's evolutionary purpose thus satisfied that multiple individuals had been successful in breeding her, it dissipated from her system, leaving her with all of her shy inhibitions and shame about her kinks.
She was completely and totally Sarah Jane Smith, on the verge of orgasm on a bed with restraints somewhere in UNIT, the Brigadier with her taste still on his cock affectionately calling her a slut as he watched the Doctor vigorously fuck her.
Despite, or perhaps because of, this, her orgasm was better than any she had ever experienced, even on the sex pollen.
After a few moments of afterglow faded, Sarah Jane cleaned and dressed herself behind a partition while the men did the same. The conversation was more awkward than she would have liked, but far less awkward than she had expected.
"I'm glad it was the two of you. I wouldn't mind Benton—"
"Who would?" the Doctor commented.
Alistair made a bisexual noise and then pretended he hadn't.
"—but I felt safe with you two. And we will not discuss any details of what I enjoyed or how much I enjoyed it until I get some sleep, but…" She peeked out from behind the partition and gave a small smile. "Doctor? Do you think we might do this again sometime? But not so…"
"Feral?" he offered with a grin.
"Yes." She looked at the Brigadier, biting her lip. "And if neither of you object to Alistair joining…?"
He gave a professional nod, and ran his finger along the length of his swagger stick. "Oh I assure you, Miss Smith, you will hear no objection from us."
At that moment, to no one's excitement, Harry Sullivan poked his head in the door. "Does anyone know why Benton's trousers are wet?"