You are in history class writing down notes when you look down at the rest of your page and see writing you didn't put there.
"I am your conscience." You look around for a moment before looking back down.
"Listen to what your conscience tells you to do, and I will reward you." Your concern turns to nervousness, you chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation and assume you must be dreaming.
"Look to your left." You do. "Look to your right." You do. "Good girl." As soon as the words appear you feel goose bumps across your body involuntarily as if someone had ran a feather along nearly every inch of you. The only way you could even think to describe it.
"Ah-eh-eh." You speak quietly, quivering briefly. Suddenly, your clothes feel a lot less comfortable.
I gained the power to manipulate time not very long ago. I decided that I would put it to use, and make you realize how much of a slut you could be, and how much you wanted to be my slut. It started slow, in history class. I stopped time and wrote on your notes, telling you that I was your conscience. With no other explanation for it, you accepted this and began to follow my commands.
Quickly, you saw how rewarding I could be when I froze time to stand you up and run my fingertips across every easily accessible part of your body.
The sound you made when I unfroze time was adorable.
"Drop your pencil, go and get it." You obey your conscience, wondering why the thoughts aren't just directly in your head, but willing to play along with yourself.
After touching the pencil you feel a light sting on your ass, and more feathers brushing your skin, this time focused on your inner thighs. You quickly snap back up before going straight to your seat, hurting slightly to sit down.
"Good girl." Now a new sensation, your nipples get hard as if you had been playing with them, and you squirm into your seat.
I made you drop your pencil, waited for you to go to pick it up before freezing time and spanking you moderately through your clothes. I also start to rub again, pulling down your pants to molest your inner thighs and bum, making it feel better. To even it out, I also touch the rest of your body.
I am getting bothered by now, and stroke my cock idly while messing with you while time is frozen. I wonder if you'll notice it when you come to sit back down.
When you sit, I freeze time again and rub your nipples through your shirt slightly, just long enough to get you a little whiled up.
"Look to Jared." You do, and your heart skips a beat, while your peach flushes with wetness involuntarily as a wave of pleasure courses through you. You see, for only but a second, that I'm not wearing clothes and my cock is erect. When you blink, I am fully clothed again, and I look at you with a strange face.
"Is everything okay?" I ask you. "Oh, yeah." You laugh nervously, not sure what has gotten into you. You look back to your notes.
"What a cock, hm?" You try to erase it, not sure if I am looking over or not, but it comes back every time you try.
I start my next move, undressing and sitting back down after writing my latest note. I look as I usually do, aside from my lack of clothes and revealed cock. When you look at me, I stop time again and stick my hand into your pants, rubbing at your clit lightly with a devious smile. I get clothed again and sit back down.
"Are you okay?" I ask you, teasing. You are starting to crack. I decide to tease further, and leave another note, watching you furiously attempt after attempt to erase it.
"You are about to fall asleep, lay your head down on the desk." You listen, after having finally gotten rid of that note.
You sit up and see no one left in the class room, except me, right next to you. You look at me observantly, trying to discern any differences. My face is normal. Arms, chest… And then you see the outline of my cock through my pants, again feeling a flush through you with a surge of pleasure.
You look back to your notes as you squirm into the seat, "Touch it."
You are hesitant, but you feel your arm moving on it's own, eventually reaching my pants. You rub lightly, getting to know my cock for the first time.
After you lay your head down, I freeze time and begin the process of moving everyone in the room into the hallway. Eventually I manage to move everyone before sitting back down and unfreezing only you. I let you sit up on your own as I sit motionless. I let you look at me for a while before leaving my next note, and as if creating a stop motion video I slowly drag your hand to my pants, surprisingly when you reach my cock you begin rubbing it of your own free will.
"Want him naked again?" You read, before you can even respond mentally, I'm naked and your hand is left on my hard, bare cock.
You get extremely shy, even in what appears to be a dream, when you feel your nipples and clit be brushed by feathers you whimper quietly and begin to stroke my cock in earnest, your eyes darting between my cock and the page on your desk.
"Get on your knees between him." Your legs are weak, but you slide off your chair and kneel in front of me. You stroke my cock on your own, curious. The paper now on the floor, directly in sight, "pull down his pants."
You do, taking my cock and rubbing it slowly, observing every part of it. You stop paying attention to the notes for a while, instead just doing what feels natural. It's only a dream, after all.
I tease you further, tricking you into stroking my hard cock. The next note and I watch you with great pleasure, taking pictures of you between my knees at various points.
Your face when you began to examine my cock could have only been described as hungry. It grew as you examined my cock more closely.
"Smell it. Lick it." You press your face against my cock and smell deeply, intoxicated, before licking from the base to tip once, then you go back to stroking. When your tongue reached the tip you felt an immense surge of pleasure, and your tight little peach twitch and pulse.
"Swallow it." You are hesitant, but again you feel your body move on your own as your head moves toward my cock, eventually wrapping your mouth around it and pushing it deep into your maw.
I moan quietly when you lick and toy with my cock, but I want more. I pick you up and set you down on my cock, sliding slowly into you so I don't hurt you when I unfreeze time. I thrust slowly, enjoying your warmth before I put you back as you were and leave my next note.
You hesitate at this one, so I again move your head forward step by step by stopping time until your mouth is around my cock, and I am using you as a little cock sleeve for a short period. Then I decide on my next note.
"Get on." You are nervous, but you take off your pants and panties before lining yourself up with my cock. You sit down on it, sliding it into you easily. You moan loudly as you get adjusted, but eventually you start riding. I buck my hips against you while you push down, and you very quickly start to cum.
You squirm and moan, even your nipples feel wet as your body explodes with pleasure. "Jared, Jared, JARED. Fuck. Oh. Oh. Agh." You say, your voice hoarse. That's when you feel my cock pulse hard as my cum explodes into you, filling you.
When you get close, I push you onto the table for leverage and fuck you ruthlessly, pounding my cock in and out of your cock sleeve for as much pleasure as I want. Then I start to kiss, lick, and suck every part of your body. I spend a lot of time on your nipples, before fucking your mouth roughly until I am back at the point of climax and returning us to our positions.
You wake up with your head on the desk to the sound of the bell ringing. Everyone is as they were, nothing seems out of place, Jared is getting ready to leave, and he is fully clothed.
You stand, and that's when you notice how wet you are, as well as a note.
"Good girl."
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3pxmq8/mftime_stophistory_was_boring_anyway
This is pretty great. Hope to see more soon!
This is pretty great. Hope to see more soon!
Interesting. And hot. Hope you continue this.